Dewey
``"Hm?"`` *Blasted.. She didn't trust him. Well! This was already off to a bad start. She was definitely in the right to be wary of him even if she knew not how hard he had to slap his own instincts. Though, his equipment may have been arsenal-like, he had left all but his clothing and bow in the back of his wagon. She could easily skewer him right now, as his armor and assortment of melee weapons were tucked away, leaving the vampire in only a short sleeved canvas white tunic and long, royal blue trousers which cut off at the hem of his leather buckled boots. If he were to in fact try attacking her, he had the clear disadvantage.*
``"Your scales are sleek and strong, I'm sure. Definitely worth a pretty piece if you were to... Strip them."`` *He exclaimed as he took another step in her general direction. Perhaps she'd find it illogical that her enemy would allow himself so close to her, an unarmored one at that. His smile faded and instead a strange and emotionless face took it's place. His hand stayed up as a sign to take it, and before he took another step he parted gentle lips to speak again.* ``"However, why would I allow myself so close to someone if my intent was to down you for good? I have this bow here, my young lass. And I could have stayed atop my wagon and simply peppered you from afar."`` 
*Yes.. Perhaps logic was the way to go about his reasoning. He did in fact wish to stay on her good side if at all possible. But what would it take for her to believe him? He was in fact* ***Too*** *Kind, and he knew it. But he was indeed intending to turn a profit from this experience, even if it meant it was not an immediate transaction so to say. His smile came back, a sly grin which sat so perfectly with his youthful face. His bangs fell over his forehead and intervened with the piercing set of eyes that gazed into her own whether it be an ominous aesthetic or not, the timing was.. Perfect! Such as cinematic. Would she believe him? He only had one way to find out*
Jeanette
`"You... Are probably right."` *She audibly admitted.*
*Shuvah lowered her guard after the macen's reasoning reached her naive mind. She loosened her body as the vampire slowly approached her. She never had to be this way before, though. Shame crossed her thoughts, and her seemliness urged her to apologize.*
`"Exxcusse me, ssir. I had to fight a bunch of merccenariess yessterday, sso I'm sstill being a little tensse toward new encounterss."` *She lowered her chin to ask for forgiveness.*
*The wyvern would have then waited for the stranger to react for a little while before initating the introductions. If he was really willing to help her, the least one could've done is to know each other.*
`"My name'ss Shuvah. I'm wandering acrosss the landss to find a ssettlement that I could integrate and live in. Oh, and I alsso help thosse in needss when I can."`
*A sort of pride illuminated that last assertion. Avash'gar could've probably felt all the honesty and kindness which were hidden in this imposing -yet feminine- body, bursting out of her lips like an erupting volcano. Even her vermilion scales weren't able to hide her feelings which shaped her cheeks and mouth into a big, warm grin.*
*Her true nature finally showed itself.*
Dewey
``"Much better~"`` 
*Success. By the slimmest of margins he was able to ensure his head stayed atop his shoulders, for he would have had to scramble about to make his way back to his wagon had he been attacked then and there. He let his piercing gaze fade into a subtle stare and loosened up his body, which would have been ready to burst back at any moment given the circumstances only seconds prior. With Shuvah's trust now back in his grasp, Avash'gar was more confident in letting her in on his own name, and so once again his lips parted ways whilst the very hand already extended attempted to reach for her shoulder, for a reassuring pat.* ``"A beautiful name, Shuvah. I am Avash'gar. Avash'gar Nilithiel, self esteemed travelling mage at your service this fine night!"`` *His tongue rolled itself to mock nobles and their own pride in a playful and clearly fake tone of voice. To add icing to the cake, he threw one hand upward, struck a pose and upon finishing his phrase came down with a magnificent bow to his 'guest'.*
*Lightening the mood was more or less the better option, and seeing as how she was already beaten a fair amount, he'd hope she would be content waiting at her camp as he scouted and hunted down some of the local game here. Upon standing back up, cleared his throat and asked what she planned on.* ``"So, Shuvah. You don't seem to be in the best shape at the moment. Would you like to rest a moment, while I find something for us to dine on?"``