Robert
*She reached her hand forward to grab and shake her hand. She wasn't used to giving handshakes so was a little too firm and forceful with it. Her hand was huge by comparison, at least it had fur.* "Mmh. Just call me Sivne. I'm a sellsword, bodyguard, mercenary or whatever i'm paid to be."
Emmett
"Nice to meet you Sivne."*She'd say in a lighter tone, eventually moving her hand away to rejoin the other. It seemed this woman had underlying capabilities in the jobs she took on which lead Melody to believe her not afraid of dangers of the night. Still though, she didn't mind the company.*"I was just planning on heading to a restaurant tonight.*"Care to join me?"
Robert
*A small grin crossed her face as she nodded. She grabbed her pavise and kicked the spikes to fold them in as she picked it up and slung it over her back.* "I could use a bite to eat. Lead the way."
Emmett
*With a nod, Melody would turn to head off along the road, following the route she took before originally stopping to speak with the woman. After some time, they would find themselves to the more city-like portion of the Capitol, allowing more businesses to rise up. Some were closed, others remaining open for the night.*"Got a particular taste for something?"*She'd ask her to narrow down some choices.*
Robert
"I'll eat anything." *She said as she trotted loudly through the streets.* "Macen food is strange." *She idly commented. She glanced around, clearly she hasn't been in the city for too long.*
Emmett
"They do have some quite the variety dishes to try though."*She'd say, coming to a stop in front of one building.*"Maybe this place will do-."*The Centaur would open the door, trotting inside while holding the door open just long enough for the Brayer to follow.*
Robert
*She looked down at her weapons, hoping no one was going to kick up a fuss before trotting inside. She set her equipment down near a table. She thumbed her nose and looked around.* "Mmh.. Do we erhm.. What now?" *She hadn't ever been to a resteraunt before.*
Emmett
"This way."*She'd say, gesturing for the Brayer to follow. The Centaur would find an empty table for them to sit at, coming to wait for the Brayer to join her at the table first before remembering that she was still in her Centaur form. In a single glow of golden light, the woman's deer-like half would vanish from sight, soon to be replaced by Macen legs as she'd take a seat at the table more normally.*"We can trying seeing what they have here once a waiter comes to serve us."*She'd say casually.*