Linda
*Ah, this way to command him to make a choice... He did not like it. Not at all, to be clear. It almost made him want to leave him alone and to wait until the next newcomer could come, and Terrel, whose name was still unknown to the nomad, have probably seen that this was everything except pleasant for him. But the nomad knew that the other ones would probably not even gaze at the hungry man.*

"Tsk." *He dropped. Now Terrel knew it: he made the nomad a bit upset, but now he had no choice. If he had to pay his debt though, so shall be it.* "Fine. I will pay your debt. And I only wanted to eat, you guys really can be racan, right?" *He said, now feeling a bit more happier after dropping these words. And now that he could not do anything else nor just betray him with no reason, he followed him. The pig-masked elf could see that his behavior changed a little. Hilmar was still serious towards him, but now knowing that he was going to get what he wanted, it made him look a bit more... Eager to do whatever it had to be done.*

"Right. Now that we are going to eat together, we should present ourselves." *He gazed at the elf, really hoping that at least he had the behaviour to answer back and to be polite.* "I am Hilmar. Rogue. May I ask who are you?"
Brittany
"Consider me a man who doesn't like giving too many favors to someone I've just met."*The Elf would say more casually as they began walking towards the town, whatever dreary mood he once gave off now completely faded away.*"Especially when the first thing they come up and ask me is if I can give them food. Not a hello or how are you, just 'do you have any food'. I have my own life like any other and I'm not trying to spend my money on other people just because they asked."

*Friendly or not, the Elf had things to pay for himself. There were hundreds of beggars in this world and frankly he didn't care enough to provide any more assistance than what would start to inconvenience him. Maybe the Macen didn't see it, but most typically don't when they're the ones asking he supposed.

Being asked to present himself, the Elf would say:*"I'm Terrel. Traveling Mercenary."*Though he kept the introduction short, he didn't have any malice in his words. It was almost as if it were just a normal question between friends if not for what he had said earlier.*
Linda
"..." *He sighed, in relief. He was right. Even despite his initial rudeness, the nomad was not the kindest by himself. He even had it clear before: he was not going to give a good impression at first. And yet still, since some of the citizens that live here actually almost spitted on him, he did not have the biggest of hopes at that moment. But now, that he was going to get the food, that the situation can go on his favor, now he should change that hostile chip.*

"I know. I really tried being nice in here, and I do not lie when I said that some quests have not paid me properly before, but it is to say..." *He stopped for a moment, nomming his index finger for a moment, admitting his illogical behaviour.* "I just went too straight forward. So I cannot say I was the nicest." *He admitted, hoping to learn from the next time.*^

"Ah, and Terrel... It is a pleasure." *He said, dropping a good smile towards the elf.* "Well, I do not talk with mercenaries recently, and less when they wear masks like yours." *He continued, not mocking his sense of fashion, just noting the clear thing that it was his mask.* 

*Finally, as the restaurant seemed to be on sight of our travellers, he had to make him the obvious, yet curious question.* "Hmm, may I ask why are you here? Perhaps only quests? Or are you finding, perhaps, something greater?" *He asked seriously, still now trying to give a more friendly look, hoping to see if he could make peaces with the one who would save him from this temporary famine.*
Brittany
"Well if you've seen several mercenaries wearing masks like me, then I guess that's a plus in my book. I suppose I'm not the crazy one in that case."*He'd say with a light chuckle. Terrel's gaze would focus on the restaurant up ahead, not looking directly at Hilmar while he spoke. Not that it was ever easy to tell in the first place, with the mask covering more than half his face.*

"Mainly just visiting countries I haven't been to yet. If I'm fortunate then I'll find a high paying job around here, but so far nothing has really beaten Salvania or Silnaria. Makes sense I suppose, they're much larger Capitols."*He'd explain to him.*

"If my main reason for going anywhere was for quests, I probably wouldn't stray this far out, but you never know what you'll find on your travels. Well, I can probably make a good prediction, but maybe this place will show me something worth revisiting for. Don't get a lot of reason for that after all."*He'd finish. As he walked, he would bring his arms into his red cloak, causing the crimson piece of clothing to cover his torso and most of his legs. He liked walking this way at times. It helped conceal some of his weaponry while making his appear more passive. The mask could always be questionable, but few understood it's purpose anyways.*