James
*Katachan would had just freshly arrived in the city on foot with their rather large mace being lifted over her shoulder. The oriate was rather a giant for her race and stood roughly over six feet in height and worn some armor across her body with some minor engraved symbols. She'd walk about the city streets with a light smile on their face and their eyes gleefully opened to ever sight they seen trying to take it all in.*
Katherine
*Theron, after having woke up from the place he called home for the time being, got his things organized and was now walking the streets of New Salvainia. He had dulled his short-sword's tip so he wanted to go find a blacksmith, to get it sharpened again... But he remembered that he doesn't truly know this city that well. The few times he came here he had just ended up walking around for a few hours, deciding to return home after finding a crowded market and leaving with some food for the day.*

*Today as well, the lady of the house was out on a quest to hunt down the would-be necromancer. He felt good about warning the guards, and that immediate action was taken because of his warning... But he did feel some worry that he could not go on the quest with them. Deciding to just shrug it off and entrust the high-paying mission to several other possibly more seasoned adventurers, he'd continue walking down the street looking for a blacksmith.*
James
*Katachan would not notice Theron in their path with him being a foot shorter than her, thus she would casually bump into him from the side with a rather rough bit of force. She'd then stop and glared down toward the man while suddenly having her mace drop to the ground with a echoing thud.* "My apologizes, I did not see you there, friend!" *Her voice was rather jolly and booming, she'd then pat him on the shoulder as good gesture... That felt like getting lightly punched.*

"So friend, do you happen to know where I can find a tavern? Thought I'd ask since I kind of ran into you anyways." *The oriate would look down on Theron, but their eyes contained nothing of spite or ill intent, but more a innocent glare.*
Katherine
*Theron sighed to himself, lightly tapping his chest before looking up to the oriate who had non-chalantly just hit him in the back.*

"I should have noticed you, so it's my fault that you ran into me. Sorry... If you would like to know where the nearest tavern is however, I only know of one. I'm not too accustomed to this place yet, as I've only recently moved in to the area."

*Slowly pulling the fox-eared hood back over his head, Theron looked the girl over rather quickly. He didn't have too much to say at the moment, and had his thoughts more on his errands and the quest he couldn't partake in... Which is likely why he was inconveniencing her at this moment. Once he had done his quick scan over her equipment, his vision remained on the ground to the side of the woman.*
James
*Katachan simply tilted her head at the man for a moment.* "Well! Could you please take me to this inn? I would like a drink before I return back to work... Well if I can find a blacksmith shop to work at. I kind of sold my shop before hitting the road and most of my money went into this mace I made. A lot of people told me there's more money in adventures then there is blacksmithing, but I still work a little bit with it." *She'd speak out rather gently and patted the two handed clubbed mace that seem quite well crafted which it even had a tinted shine to it.*
Katherine
"Just follow me for the time being, it's not too far... And if you could use your expertise as a blacksmith to identify any other smiths in the area, I would like to know. The edge on my sword got dulled recently and I'd like it sharpened again."

*Theron walked along and expected the friendly lady to follow him. His interest was piqued to know she was a smith, which was a nice surprise to him. He had barely seen any women go into that type of profession, as well as how it was quite the coincidence that a blacksmith would just fall into his lap when he needed one... He took some time to ponder whether or not this was planned, but stopped himself from over-analyzing something that would be fruitless as of now.*

"Was your shop not productive enough? I thought that due to all the popularity in adventuring, people with your skillsets would prosper greatly... Any other reason to be pursuing an adventurer's life for the time being?"

*Deciding not to be silent the entire time and make the most out of this coincidental crossing, Theron wanted to talk some more with the new arrival.*
James
"Well to the matter of your sword it would be a simple matter to sharpen it. You do know that you really wouldn't need a smith to do that for you if you just simply buy a grindstone brick and sharpen it that way?" *The oriate blinked down at Theron for a few seconds and then raised their head back up as they started to follow him to the nearest tavern.*

"And yes my shop was productive enough, but really I didn't feel comfortable staying in one spot for long after some of my family had been captured by slavers. I don't what the full details behind what happened and let alone do I know where they were taken, so that's really a second reason why I travel so much and wanted to become an adventurer." *Katachan would tilt her head up to the sky for a moment in thought.* "Well, it's been almost twenty years since they went missing and slaves don't normally last that long in the world we live in... So they're most likely dead anyways."

"But I still try to search around every now and then for information so I can at least find their bodies and bring them home. It's not right to die in some foreign land and be all alone without your ancestors to keep you company." *She continued to explain while holding her mace over her shoulder with a rather tearful look on her face.* "Then again, another reason why I chose to become a adventurer is because they say it's more rewarding in a sense that you get to help people and a bit more coin then a smith would make."
Katherine
"I see. Sorry for letting you think about things so unpleasant. I know optimism isn't that well appreciated, and I like to keep to logical thoughts personally, but in a world where magic is mentioned casually... I would like to believe that there are always chances for people to be happy."

*Theron continued along, having drawn his sword to begin rubbing the tip of it. So he could've just bought a cheaper rock instead of giving it to a blacksmith... Although he had heard of other people doing such things, he trusted the blacksmiths that created the weapons for a living more. If she were suggesting things like that however, he guessed he should try it for awhile and see if his efficiency decreased or increased.*

"... In other news, the tavern is just around the corner. They have a board up that lists quests that are available, since it is associated with one of the city's guilds. If you are looking for pay then one of the requests there should be able to satisfy your needs."
James
"I suppose that would do fine to find some first bit of work... But hopefully it's something that I can manage with ease. I've also been wanting to work on a shield lately that could help me out in the long run against dangers that I might not be able to react to in time." *Katachan nodded to herself and continued to walk forward waiting to see if they would be reaching the tavern any time soon.* "If I were to accept a quest, would you as well be interested in helping me with it?"
Katherine
"It doesn't matter to me, but I would like to settle some of my errands first. Sharpening my sword and bringing some fresher ingredients home for a meal... *The bread is nice but there's too much of it.* I could check a request alongside you, but I couldn't set off on it immediately."

*Theron sheathed the sword in his hand, glancing back up to the woman as he stopped at the corner of the street. The tavern had a rather large sign so it was hard to miss from that point... But he himself still had no idea about where the shop was. He was thinking too much about the conversation to concentrate on finding a smith, as well as saying some unnecessary things. Disappointing.*
James
"Very well, just give me your sword and I'll sharpen it thus that would save us some time. Then you can just go to the market and buy what you need assuming you know where it is. But regardless, I still would like to leave early when we find a preferred quest to work on."

*Katachan would then use a sling to put the mace over her shoulder and entered the building while approaching the board to see what quests they could work on for the time being. Additionally, she'd look around for what kind of drinks they had at the tavern that might suit her taste.*
Katherine
*Theron would walk alongside her for the time being, and once she would stop walking around the tavern looking for drinks or quests.. He'd hand her the sword in it's holster.*

"I'll be back soon enough."

*With that brief sentence, he walked out the door and went to a market he had memorized nearby. Since it was close to the only tavern he knew of, he wanted to make sure he could go exactly where he wanted to go. Mostly so he could save time, but partly because he wanted a reason to not go looking for other markets or taverns...*
Charles
*Ol' Phillip is at it again! He's hitting it up in new salvainia, looking for a shop for a nice dagger, for y'know, survival purposes. He hadn't visited New Salvainia for what? 3 or 4 years? It was a wonder he could even find New Salvainia concidering his sense of direction is so poor.*

*A letter appears above him and he has gotten poisoned by the weird black rose thingy, and now he gotta go somewhere to go and get cured.*
*Well by golly jeez, he's gonna go to an intersection between rivers Sepdu and Elige.*
Amie
*At the bend where the rivers Sepdu and Elige met would be an ox grazing on the grass, facing away from the rivers. Nobody seemed to be there, and the sun was still high in the air. A nearby bridge accommodated carts and riders as they went by, the creaking of wheels and clomping of hooves joining the sound of whistling wind and the rushing rivers. That, and the chewing of the ox.*
Charles
*Phillip yawns, probably a prank message, he does tend to get those. But Donald knew better, he knew tis was important, and that it was not something he'd escape. He lays down wherever, removing his disguise and waits...*
Amie
*The ox would wander around a bit before eventually standing in front of Donald, facing him. Its muscles and skin would ripple as magical light surrounded it. As it began to stand on its hindlegs, it more clearly shifted to a Mogash. He wore a white mask, dark blue robes, and black studded armor, but the dark green skin on his hands and lower half of his face were visible.* "Sorry," *He said a bit gruffly as he stretched his neck a bit,* "Had to make sure you didn't have any hanger-ons."
Charles
"No worries, no worries! Other shifter!" *Donald is much more different from his collegue Phillip, even though they're the same person.* "So you're the one who's going to... I dunno, I haven't thought about it that much" *He's lying.*
Amie
"Well," *The Mogash said, reaching into a pouch,* "You seem enthusiastic." *He produced a small vial with a clear liquid within, holding it flat in his palm.* "Antidote and a ticket to meeting the bosses. If ya wanna ask me a question, I'd recommend piping up before you have a swig. Otherwise, drink up." *The stranger didn't seem to care much either way.*
Charles
"Mays well take up a question with the bosses rather than you, I'd get more informed, I'd wager." *Donald takes a sip of the clear liquid and then waits, probably wouldn't take too long to activate.*
Amie
"Righto, righto." *The Mogash would watch as Donald's body would slowly succumb to the concoction. If he fought it, he'd see two figures come from behind the Orc, silhouettes walking towards him...*