Kevin
*She hadn't often seen or met canifor's so she was primarily going off of what she had heard but it seemed to be the case for beastkin which made sense for a tribal race such as them but now that she had met Mox she knew that not all beastkin was like that but it didn't mean that they were all nice either*

"Hmmm, Well I don't exactly need to know anything but since your offering, I might as well ask about your past, You don't need to answer if you don't want to but it would be nice to know your past even if it's nothing to fancy."
Randy
*Mox leans his elbow against the table and points to himself at that. It's odd how man people have asked that same question as of late.* "I come from the beastkin native lands, I was born in a tribe like my parents and their parents before me. I grew up learning how to hunt for the tribe, take care of myself, and remember the teachings of our forefathers." 

*Leaning back abruptly in his seat he snatches up his halberd and stands it straight up. The steel reflecting the firelight.* "I took what I learned with the hunting spear and trained in the use of the halberd before striking out on my own in the world to earn a living as a mercenary for hire."
Kevin
*She would lean forward slightly waiting for him to speak whether he agreed and said it or declined she was still going to be hoping for the latter as she wanted to hear the story of a canifor* "Hmm, So you were raised as a hunter rather than training yourself would seem like a good time to start learning how to wield a weapon. But I don't have any other knowledge on how beastkin are raised so that's probably normal"

*She would also lean back as Mox had seemingly finished saying what he wanted to say about his past and she wasn't much to pry into any more detail* "Knowing how to use both spears and halberds is useful knowledge with how versatile both weapons are while I would learn how to use one my fighting style doesn't fit the likes of those two, Be careful whenever you go on a job being a mercenary has its cons and pros. You gain knowledge and it pays well but you never know when you'll die on a quest that is why I ask that you be careful" *She would say to one of her only acquaintances*
Randy
"Oh I have a handful of years under my belt. Won't pretend I'm a veteran but I will say I've learned how to not die at least. Got a few scars already." *He thumps his chest proudly thinking on the few jobs he has hand and their success. Reigning in his pride a bit as he leans the halberd back against the wall.* "What of you? You speak as one who knows combat."

*Once again he sizes up Mion, knowing she was a fighter would explain a bit of how she could have escaped captivity. But being able to escape unarmed and unprotected was something not many could do. The canifor looking or weapons for a second before turning his attention back to Mion herself.*
Kevin
"There is a good type of prideful and a bad type of prideful I hope you're the good type and not the type to run headfirst into combat expecting to be the best, Well I know combat somewhat I had to teach myself since I do live in the woods so if I didn't know how to fight then I would have died a while back. It's not true combat though since it's normally against wild animals"

"Yes. If your wondering I do have a weapon I'll show you it but it's nothing fancy it's just a short sword" *She would say before she began to unsheath the short sword and put it on the table* "This is my only form of weaponry at this moment"