Paul
*A small drop of early morning dew would make its way off a branch, soon landing up on the mask's snout as the Elf would make his way through the forests of Ombu. It was quiet, peaceful even, as the Elf found himself letting out a quiet sigh of relieved stress that the big cities occasionally gave him. He'd avoid them more often if not for having to get his work done, but he was adaptive enough to finish his mercenary tasks without complaint. 

The pig mask may have made him come off as questionably competent in his work, however, he wasn't one to be unprepared. At his waist, the sheathe of his sword could be barely seen with the cover of his red cloak occasionally blocking it from view. The other side, he kept his crossbow, this one seemingly unloaded for now without much interaction from others within these woods. However, there was no doubt he could easily load it up with whatever ammo he had at the ready. 

By one side was his wolf, one with pure white fur. He looked like hardly more than a puppy now, having grown so much over the year of traveling with the Pig-masked Elf. On the Elf's other side was a horse. Strapped to the horse's side were numerous saddlebags, each carrying their own set of tools, food, and other materials. A lead sat strapped around the horse's snout while Terrel held onto the other end of it.*"Think we'll be hitting the edge of the forest soon?"*He'd ask the animals by anyone's assumption. His horse would let out a tired huff of air, suggestion they've been traveling out here for quite a while.*"Alright..."*Terrel would say finally.*"We can probably camp out one more time if we don't find the end of it..."
Jesse
*The sun after some time of entering the dingy cave would finally shine on the sleeping Oni's face, Penetrating his eyelids and causing him to wake slowly. Sitting up on the cave floor, the bones in his arms and legs creaking and cracking from the long nights rest. With his eyes finally open a loud yawn would leave his mouth, Rubbing his eyes with his left arm as he reached down to his hip with his right to check on his weapon*

*After some checks on both weapons and a small clean, The Oni would reach into small box and pull out a small pouch. Stashing it up under his shoulder pad before leaving for the day, Kanabo strung on his back and Katana dangling from a loose cloth sheath on his hip. He'd take a usual path around the area he called home, Subtle carvings in the tree helping him find his way around. Picking up a few sticks whilst on the way to check on some rabbit traps as a form of entertainment in the lonely Oni's life.*

*After some time and a few traps reset and the rewards reaped, A few rabbits strung up by the feet, alive on his belt. Hearing a feint noise off in the distance, The Oni would assume it's another trader and head toward them with the sound of sticks and dirt crunching beneath his feet as he approached the noise, Letting out a loud audible grunt to let the assumed trader know of his approach..*
Paul
*Terrel's head would turn at the sound of someone approaching, his hand instinctively reaching down to the hilt of his sword before the Oni would eventually come into view. An Oni? It was rare that the Elf ever saw them, especially out in the middle of Ombu. His hand would come to rest on the hilt of his weapon, making it come off as less likely to be drawn while still having it in reach of him.

His wolf would turn towards the Oni, fur spiking up defensively as he stared up at him in uncertainty of what business he had here. The Elf, taking notice of this, would decide to relax his demeanor a bit to calm his wolf.*"Not everyday, you see an Oni in the middle of Ombu."*The Elf would point out. From approach alone, the Elf would assume he wasn't much of a talker.

He'd eye the man, taking notice of the sticks and half dead rabbits. Maybe he was a hunter of sorts, something Terrel couldn't relate much to outside of any Mercenary jobs that may require it of him.*"What brings you all the way out here?"*He'd ask more casually. Last time he had seen an Oni was far out in the deserts. It had been a while since then and still he found seeing them pretty uncommon.*
Jesse
*The Oni, Spotting the person finally would watch them curiously as he stepped closer, Not looking like the usual traders he had come across in the past- and with a face shrouded by shade from the trees would grunt again, Responding to the strange man before him with a deep and gravelly voice.* "Trade." *Is all that would leave the Oni's lips* 

*The Oni would reach up to his shoulder and take out the pouch, Continuing to approach the Elf whilst struggling to sort through the pouch- which the opening of was clearly too small for the large Oni's hands. Finally, He'd stop a few meters away from the Elf and Wolf, Face no longer covered by the shade, His scruffy chin and lightly scarred face now visible. The Oni would pull a whetstone out of the pouch which had clearly seen use but was overall well kept* 

*He'd simply stand before them, Holding the whetstone out with both his shaky hands as the rabbits would kick around, Dangling and hitting each-other and causing his gear to wobble along with them, The kanabo and katana making a faint ting- as the metal studs connected with the exposed blade.*
Paul
"Man of a thousand words aren't you..."*He'd say in a neutral tone, looking at the Oni as he came more into view. From the sound of his voice, it definitely seemed like he didn't speak often. Whether that was because of little interaction out here or simple choice, the Elf couldn't tell really. Mentioning the word trade, Terrel was at first unsure of what exactly he planned on trading with what he could see currently.

He'd watch the Oni go through the extra effort of trying to open and scrounge through a pouch way too small for him. His wolf would slowly back away from him as he stooped down, keeping closer to Terrel's horse as he'd watch him from a distance while Terrel waited for him to take out whatever object he was trying to get. With the Whetstone shakily being held out, the Elf would almost think of it as a joking offer.*

"You want to trade... A rock...?"*He'd question at first before thinking back to the books he had been given earlier about sharpening his tools. Terrel supposed it looked similar to the one that he could have used to keep his sword intact, according to the book anyways, but of course all trading was two ways and the Elf had no clue what the Oni was hoping to get for the stone.

Terrel eventually found himself distracted, looking down at the rabbits swinging and kicking one another. So they weren't dead after all it seemed. Part of the Elf felt like he was making it harder for himself in carrying the struggling rabbits about that was causing enough of a ruckus alone, but who was he to judge the Oni's methods? Not like there was much else out here to do.*"What do you want for it?"*He'd eventually ask, deciding to humor the Oni for a bit. He mostly just assumed the man was going to ask for gold of sorts, something that felt like it would be a waste, but he supposed he'd have to go buy one eventually once he strayed further from town.*
Jesse
*The Oni, Looking at the creatures accompanying the Elf would continue to hold out the whetstone. The original snarky comment not having impact on him as he wasn't accustomed to the elfs way of speaking. He'd let out a soft grunt again, Pointing at the canine as the whetstone shifted to one single hand.*

"That.. Eat?" *The Oni would seemingly question, then shifting his hand to one of the rabbits, Hoisting it up slightly higher by the string before letting it go again, It bouncing slightly before kicking around a little. A little unsure with how the wolf was acting, Having only had to compete against them for food.* 

"Goro.. Needs blade.." *He'd let out with pauses between, Seemingly thinking about each word before saying it.* "Small.. Sharp.. Cut up .. Scrape with." *It was abundantly clear, He wasn't fluent with his words, Taking a little longer to get them out. Looking back up at the elf, Eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty as to if he had got his request out properly..*
Paul
*It took a moment before some realization would finally cross him that the Oni didn't really understand him. He wondered if the man was fluent in Silnarian, seeing as it was the one most looked towards with the language barriers. Of course the man could have just been living out in the woods this whole time without much idea of the other languages, so he wasn't completely sure. His gaze would pass over to his wolf at the question of eating.*"If you mean he does eat then yes."*Terrel would say before lowering his hand down towards the wolf before picking him up and holding him in his arms. Maybe the Elf would have to use simpler words, though thinking of it, the idea sounded ridiculous to him.*"Wolf."*He'd say pointing to Floof.*"Wolf eats. Wolf is friend."

*The Elf found it hard to speak this way with a straight face, but it wasn't like he was really fluent in the Oni's language. It seemed like he needed to blade. Soon describing it, which after the description, Terrel figured he meant something smaller. Maybe not for fighting but instead a tool of sorts. He'd walk over to one of his horse's saddlebags, reaching into it to pull out a small knife that he usually used when cutting a variety of vegetables before turning around to face the Oni once more.*"Knife?"*He'd question as if trying to confirm it was what the Oni wanted or more so if the Oni was sure that this was what he was asking for.*
Jesse
*The Oni would lower his head at the sight of the knife, Raising his head as he smiled slightly at the elf.* "Yes.. Small blade knife." *The Oni would let out with a little more ease and less of a pause, Having not only heard it but said a few of the words earlier.* 

*The Oni would step closer, The size of him growing a little more apparent as he was almost a foot taller than the elf and somewhat draw his blade out of the poorly constructed sheath, Using it to cut one of the rabbits ropes off his belt, and holding it out to him along with the whetstone in the same hand.* "Fast.. Gift for.. Wolf and... Talking Goro."

*The Oni would stand before the Elf and Wolf, Everything in his possession in clear disarray, His armor chipped and weathered and clothing tattered. It was only whilst his hand was held out that it became easy to see the color difference in his hands, A darker red.. Almost black and stained with something.*
Paul
*Terrel found himself having to lift up his gaze as the Oni came closer, coming to notice the difference in heights as he was finally in full view of him.*"Rock for knife?"*He'd ask the Oni, holding the knife out with the blade pointed towards the Oni. He wasn't sure if this was the trade he was asking for, but he seemed to have gotten the knife part right at least.

Being offered the squirming rabbit, the Elf would give a slow shake of his head as he'd take it in hand. He was never interested in meat, but he supposed Floof could have a nice treat.*"Thank... You..."*He'd say slowly, not really enthusiastic of the gift, but taking it nonetheless. The wolf's tail would wag excitedly at the sight of the rabbit and soon enough, the Elf would place his wolf down, giving him the rabbit only for the wolf to shake the animal to and fro, not hesitating in ending the small creature in his haste to eat it.

While Floof was busying himself with the rabbit, Terrel would find himself looking the Oni over, noticing the tattered clothing and chipped armor, the red stain on his hands which could have been assumed to be blood by the Elf's standards with all the fighting he's done personally.*"Goro. Fight?"*He'd ask simply, curious enough to wonder if that was simply from hunting or attacking other people he's come across. The Elf at least hoped Goro was the name with how often he said it in possible reference to himself.*
Jesse
*The Oni would watch the wolf as it seemed to enjoy the gift, Bringing a slight smile to his face as he'd take the knife by pinching the blade and flicking it toward himself, Then taking it by the handle and sliding the blade up and between a gap in the panel of his shoulder pad. It staying there pretty well.*

"Goro.. Fight a long time.." *He'd say as the smile faded from his face, Turning his gaze to the elf. His train of thought seemingly catching up as time passed, Waking up a little more. He'd reach up and rub his eye a little.* "Goro lived in island.. Goro fought lots.. Got away." *The Oni would say, His face seemingly full of regret as he then rubbed his hands together, A little uneasy with his past. Not having come to terms with what he went through quite yet* 

"Thank you.. Knife." *The Oni would add on, His expression still a little grim, but trying not stay on the topic of where he came from.*
Paul
*With him taking the knife, Terrel figured he was planning on using the stone to sharpen it for whatever it was he planned on using it for. A rabbit for a knife it seemed. Not the best trade in his eyes, but he supposed he didn't have to pay for Floof's next meal with him already enjoying it. 

The Elf would listen to the Oni speaking about fighting a lot in the past before escaping some island. Whatever had happened there, it seemed to cause him to be distracted for a bit before refocusing on their conversation. Maybe something brutal happening in his past.*"What Goro do now?"*He'd decide to ask instead. Maybe he could get an answer of what the random trader was doing out in the middle of Ombu.*

"You're welcome."*He'd say simply in response, not really used to being thanked much for things since he had begun traveling. At least not for the stuff that seemed worth being grateful about in comparison to the jobs he found himself having to do. A knife seemed so simple when thinking back to it.*
Jesse
*The Oni would take a moment to think, Making minor adjustments to the armor on his wrists as his eyes wandered back to the wolf, Still curious of the creature.* "Goro.. Here now.. Island bad.." *He'd respond, His voice growing quieter with each word spoken.*

*The Oni would look around the surrounding area and then back at the elf, A little lost on what to do.. None of the traders had really queried him like this, but he'd try and respond as best he could. His focus would shift from the Elfs cloak and gear to the covering before bring his hand to his own face and waving it around slowly yet curiously.*

"Face.. Injured" *He'd seemingly question, Not quite accustomed to the wearing of masks.. None bearing resemblances to beasts anyways..*
Paul
*Terrel didn't know what more he should have expected than that response. Of course he was here now and the island was 'bad'. He probably just didn't want to talk about it. Whatever happened there clearly scarred him in some way.

His gaze would shift back to the Oni as he started to look around before coming to study him. Being asked something about his face being injured, at least, that's what he thinks he was referring to, but he wasn't sure why. He'd run a gloved finger along the end of his mask, tracing at it just before he'd eventually realized he was questioning the point of the mask instead.*

"Face fine."*He'd respond.*"Face simply pig now."*It wasn't too hard to explain the mask's purpose as over the years it began to lose its reason for him wearing it. Maybe there were simply times he forgot it was there or times where he just didn't see reason of taking it off. Nevertheless he wore it anyways.*
Jesse
*Slowly, The Oni would nod his head in response, Still a little curious but taking it as an acceptable response. His gaze would shift from the elf to the wolf again, Smiling softly before recalling to the Elf's words from the start of the conversation.* "What.. Brings you here?" *He'd struggle to get out. His face one of slight confusion, Believing he understood the question he himself asked.* 

*He'd slightly grit his teeth, Growing a little impatient with his own pace of conversation, having not had the opportunity to talk with anyone for a while.. He saw it as something that would benefit him in the long run.*
Paul
*A full sentence it finally seemed, something Terrel could more easily work with. Why was he here? Of course he could simply say he was venturing, though it would be a lie to call it aimless wandering, so he decided to give his original reasoning for traveling about.*

"Keeping on the move..."*He'd begin before considering dialing it back a bit to a few simple words as a way of making sure of getting his point across.*"Avoiding potentially vengeful Elves."*He'd finish. Hopefully that was enough to understand. The Elf was simply planning on taking a route through the forests in order to find the nearest Capitol. Anything was better than Silnaria for now.*
Jesse
*The Oni, Hearing the Elf cut himself back would feel that he was in a similar situation and invite him.* "Goro lives here.. Come?" *The Oni would hope his point was given across as he pointed back the way he came, Over his shoulder and behind him, His face welcoming the Elf to come with him, Bearing his teeth with a smile.* "Big.. Open rock" *He'd add on, with a sharp inhale* "Avoid them too.." *His words finally coming along a little more concise the more he heard and spoke.*
Paul
*Terrel took a moment to think about whether or not following a random Oni he found in woods was the best idea. Then again, couldn't be much worse than fighting a hoard of magic users. Besides, he could probably take a short break from traveling for the time being. With a light nod he would say:*"Sure, pig come with."*Terrel would grab the horse's lead, tugging him forward slightly in extra gesture that he was planning on following with Floof eventually lifting his snout up from the torn remains of the rabbit. The Oni was avoiding the elves as well? It was pretty ironic to think of, but then again elves didn't have the best reputation when it came to being on good terms with people. Terrel would know. After all he was one. *
Jesse
*Turning the Oni would begin walking back, Looking at the trees closely for the markings made prior, Pieces of missing bark and scratches would lead them back, The quiet forest broken by the crunching of loose dirt and twigs underneath their feet.* "Goro.." *He'd speak up slightly before taking a moment to think, as they walked, Still looking around for the markings to follow, The direction changing a few times as they traveled back whilst also picking up a few twigs and branches along the way.* "Goro made to fight on island.. Many gone because Goro.." 

*He'd finish off his sentence, His voice sincere and somewhat full of regret despite the deep and gravelly tone. The walking would help him think more and get more words out.*