Michael
*After taking a major job in Salvanian lands, the battle-hardened Mercenary takes a break from the high-tail action and decides to stop on by a local tavern. He walks confidently upon the stone, paved roads that his feet march upon to take him to his victory dinner. Being nearly dark outside, Mattheld approaches the bar, entering the wooden door with calmness and goodwill. He gazes his eyes upon the room before him, eyeing down if anyone is either potentially malignant or dangerous. As he dances his eyes upon those that he sees fit for friendship, he sees a fellow patron at the tavern, of course with a key distinction or two. He ponders on how one can even amass such grand features of beauty, and thus he is taken aback by her beauty.

Nonetheless, Mattheld attempts to snap himself out of his stunned state, and pulls himself back together and places his weapons at the door, already having his horse secured outside in the horses' pin.*

*"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mattheld! You have more pressing matters you have to attend to, such as eating you dumb fool!"* *Mattheld thought with great fury as his mind grew angst with well-knitted humble beginnings, but his own matters must be attended first.

He finally caves in, and approaches the lady-in-question, eyeing her dagger while not trying to come off as hostile.*
Gregory
*With golden light displaying its beautiful coloring into the Tavern, Melody had found herself taking a seat in one of the booths of the tavern. It was a long day of trying to help others, and even then she felt like she hadn't gotten the chance to fully explore the Capitol. Finding a proper guild may just be harder than she thought. The Centaur sat in the booth, an elbow resting atop the table in her lost in thought. Her reddish hair lay tied behind her, just reaching far enough down to the middle of her back. Her legs crossed one another, something one may think strange for a centaur, however, it appeared she had assumed a Macen-like form. What would have usually been the legs of a stallion were replaced by the lean and bare legs of a human with a spotted deer-like skirt to clothe the gap between where her human body would have ended and horse part began. It was a trick she had learned in her time of training, one that helped her go places that Centaurs typically wouldn't. She liked the trick often and, to any common eye she wouldn't appear any different than the other Macen patrons in the tavern.

The Centaur lady seemed to not notice the man approaching her at first. Only when his shadow seemed to cast across the table from the interaction of the setting sun would be enough to cause her to suddenly look up. Emerald green eyes gazed up towards him, giving off the expression of surprise in her only noticing his presence now.*"Oh, hello there-."*She'd say to him, sitting up more straight.*"Can I help you?"*It was a phrase she was had grown used to saying often here, unsure of man's reasoning from walking up to her. Perhaps to chat or request some help of some sort. There was never any telling really since she had left home.*
Michael
"Greetings, madam, I come bearing a gif-"

*Mattheld stops mid-sentence as he remembers the words of the townsfolk that he came across while in town about a mysterious woman.*

*"She has Emerald green eyes with a deer-like speckled skirt. There are rumors that she may not be as she appears, but I wouldn't trust them as they may be fairy-tales."*

*The man stood there, eagerly curious and speculative on who she might be, and why she is even here in the first place. He then shakes his head suddenly, blushing a bit on his now-rosey red cheeks out of plain embarrassment.*

"I-I- Nevermind what I told you before... Word has branched out on a figure which almost exactly matches yours. My name is Mattheld, a Mercenary hailing from the Kadho region, profound for it's trade and Commerce, let alone my own kin doing the nobleman's bidding in war. But after centuries of tradition, you get used to it. However, someone of your character might be of some use to me, of course I am willing to pay. However, enough about me: May I inquire on whom you might be, madam?"

*He is obviously apprehensive towards the lady, not just by her charming nature, but by his own naive nature. He then grabs a bag from his pocket, and puts the bag on the table, sitting across from her.*
Gregory
*A light curvature of her lip would signify her offer of a smile up towards him, noticing the blush he gave while also finding mild amusement at his introduction. He didn't really have a reason to approach her did he? It seemed he mentioned looking for someone similar to herself, but Melody supposed she wasn't exactly what he was looking for, unless he was beginning to ask her questions out of his own suspicion of whoever this supposed person he's looking for may be.

Nevertheless, the Centaur didn't mind small talk to distract her from her own thoughts for a while. She'd have to leave to get some rest sooner or later, so what's a conversation with one of the patrons here?*"You're from Kadho?"*She'd ask him, raising an eyebrow to speculate curiosity.*"I'm from Mentia."*There was a little joy in her tone in finding someone that lived close to the region and, upon hearing his knowledge towards the war, she could only assume the place had its own troubles with it as well.*

"Couldn't completely escape the warfare either, hm?"*She'd ask him in such casualness as if it were a typical topic of discussion from those residing in the countries. Melody would watch as he'd take a seat across from her upon asking who she was.*"My name's Melody Vander, local Bounty Hunter."*She'd say in introduction to him.*"It's nice to meet you Mattheld. I'm assuming you must be on some case about some figure?"*She'd say, almost as a tease in reference to her previous line of work in law enforcement. Melody had to track down criminals of her own upon completing training. Though it was more of her just going out and finding them rather than actual tracking. It did leave her curious, however, when something like it was brought up, even if it may just be him looking for some missing friend or family member.*
Michael
*Mattheld's right eyebrow rose in awe: he, indeed, found the right person that he was looking for. Emerald eyes, Deer-like speckled skirt, a Bounty Hunter from Mentia, all of which perfectly matched the person's identity described by a friend of his that could help him in the present. He thus opened the bag, casually placing down two trinkets, a map, and a compass. She might have the wrong idea, however, so he decided to take the high road rather than play low.*

"Well, my family's lineage is well-known in the Kadho Region for it's Mercenaries. I grew bored of the work there: too many lowly quests, so I branched out here. Say, you're ***Exactly*** The right person that I need to talk to you. These trinkets are old family heirlooms of mine, ones that belonged to my father before he passed. My brother told me the day he died to find a person named Melody: Emerald green eyes, Deer-like speckled skirt, and a Mentian Bounty Hunter at that as well. I need you to help me find something, more or less someone, to help my mother. She is ill as of the last time she wrote to me, and it's uncurable... To get straight to the point, I need you to help me find a Bandit and bring him to justice."

*Mattheld began shaking in the chair, yelling for a waitress while shaking in fear, worry, and sadness. He gives his usual order, and awaits her response.*
Gregory
*Melody thought it over for a moment. The situation was a head scratcher to say the least.*"Huh, didn't know my name got out that far across Mentia..."*She'd say, mostly to herself in her own wonder of what she could particularly do that other more empowered law officials and bounty hunters couldn't. It was strange in her eyes, but surely she couldn't pass up the opportunity of catching a criminal on the run.*"So you need help, finding a bandit to help... Cure your sick mother who is ill from something incurable...?"*She'd ask him in a tone that suggested the oddity of the request. It was probably the biggest one since she's gotten to Salvania, especially looking at all the heirlooms, map, and compass he had placed down.

She'd glance back up to him, noticing him shaking from perhaps a sense fear and would instead give a calm sigh in returning, assuming a more professional stance under the eye of a troubled client.*"Well sir, it seems you've traveled quite far just to find me. I'm honored that your brother saw me as being the one to be able to help, but are you quite sure I'm the one you're looking for? I'm sure there are several law officials around with better jurisdiction than me sir. I've only just gotten here after all."*Melody didn't think it would be so hard to catch one bandit, but with the potential of them going across countries and involving a family member, this suggested a more personal issue with questionable legality for her to involve with if not having the right permissions to do so. Nevertheless, Melody wasn't the one to not help someone in need, so after a while, she would ask him another question.*"Do you happen to have any information on the culprit?"