Ron
*Terrel would trudge along the muddied lands of sepduania, having to retrace his way across Salvania in him traversing across the country. It didn't seem the morning lasted very long before the impending rain decided to come and revel at the tortured land with the humidity it brought. The Elf didn't seem to show much care to it, most of his problems focused on his vision already being obscured by the layers of fog that came with the new day. 

It was hard to really tell which way he was going. Terrel only knew to continue heading south in hopes of either reaching the Capitol or Mentia. Against the shrouded lands, the Elf appeared as a rather tall figure, the hog mask he wore making his face appear to be more piglike despite the rest of him appearing no different than the rest. His pink hair lay soddenly draped across his red cloak and, in turn, he found it pressing against the armor he wore. Each step seemed to ring out against the sound of a thousand pellets of rain hitting the earth, but as far as he could tell, he was rather alone out here to care of who may hear.*
Linda
*Even with the rain pouring down onto Terrel, he could somewhat hear the soft squawks of a chicken somewhere in the land. Decorated across the muddied area was debris and thrown away items, and the occasional tree.*

*The squawks got louder and louder as Terrel walked through, before eventually a tiny, brown hen ran to him, squawking its head off. Maybe it was some kind of warning system? Whatever the case, it was running at him, and fast.*
Ron
*As more and more debris came into view, Terrel's gaze would narrow ever so slightly. It was the squawks of chickens that caught his attention the most, causing him to glance around at the area he was in.*"This... Does not seem like a place I've traveled through before..."*He'd say aloud. Had he managed to accidentally wander into a farm? If he did, it was hard to tell out in this weather. In the corner of his vision, he'd catch sight of a small animal squawking and rushing towards him, which in turn caused him to take an instinctive step back. He was already aware of how aggressive the animals could get in his time working on the farm. This was no different outside of him being overly geared for worst potential attacks.*
Linda
*The chicken stopped in front of him, moving its head as it looked up at him. The chicken did nothing to him, but stopped squawking.*

*It then turned around, running a few meters away and turning back around. It looked like it was trying to lead him somewhere.* 

*In the distance, the shouting of a younger lady could be heard.* 
*"Milly! Where'd you go?"*
Ron
*Terrel would grow still as the bird quietly approached him only to waddle back off again.*"Anti-climactic, but you're much nicer than the ones I've known."*He'd say to the chicken as it would stop to look back at him. Hearing a lady call out to someone, the Elf would glance in the direction it was coming from.*"Escaped your pen?"*He'd ask the bird in a joking tone before following after it.*"Lets get you back to your farmer before you get eaten by something out here."
Linda
*The chicken began to run off into the distance, turning around every few meters to check if Terrel was still following after it. It would eventually run to a young woman, standing in front of a large building of some sort made out of debris.*
*The woman picked up the chicken and rubbed its head, before looking at Terrel.*
Ron
*Terrel would continue following the chicken, only coming to a stop as it would run off on ahead to reunite with the woman supposedly calling for her. The Elf would watch them in silence, meeting her gaze as she would look over to him. Terrel never considered himself the best at small talk, but seeing as he had most likely gotten turned around out here at this rate, he figured he might as well.*"Didn't know there was a farm this far out in Sepduania."*He'd say to her.*"Probably not the best weather to be losing animals though."
Linda
"It's not really a farm. More like a..." *She couldn't quite put a word to her current living situation. The debris behind her was arranged to act like some sort of shelter while she shopped for some sort of housing. Inside the arrangement was a smaller looking loom. She set the chicken back down and looked back at Terrel.*
"It's an uh, arrangement? I can't find a word for it. I'm Selly, who are you?"
Ron
"Terrel."*He'd say with a dip of his head before glancing around at the debris sitting across the area.*"Well whatever it is, seems like the storm took away a good chunk of it. Do you just live out here in the middle of nowhere with only chickens for company?"*There was a hint of curiosity in the masked man's tone, mostly out of not suspecting to stumble upon someone else's land in him heading towards the city. He supposed the world was still sprinkled with surprises every now and then.*
Linda
*She sighed.*
"Yeah. It's terrible. Even though I have enough gold to purchase a little home I can't make my way to the city to purchase one." 

*She sat down on a beat up looking chair, as the chicken ran around Terrel.*

"Although, I do have a lot of time on my hands, but even then, I need it for my job. I'm a weaver. Go to the city every week and sell the cloths to a business down there. Then I have to come back and start all over."
Ron
*Terrel would find himself mildly distracted by the chicken running around him while he'd listen to the woman explain the state she was in. Soon enough he would stoop down to pick the bird up, patting it idly.*"For all the walking you'd be having to do to get there, you're better off just traveling and weaving as you go."*He'd say, not thinking too deep on his words.*"You already travel to the city to sell cloths why not just settle at a tavern there until you're able to purchase a house close by?"
Linda
"Because then I'd have to lug the loom with me. I can't just not work for weeks and expect to live in a tavern with limited money."
*The rain continued to pour down, but became lighter and lighter as the minutes passed by. She put her hands up to her face and silently sobbed.*
Ron
*He'd watch her, standing in silence for a while to the sound of her crying. Well that or laughing. With the rain, it was partially hard for him to tell really.*"Is there anything else you're skilled at?"*He'd ask her after letting her cry for some time. With his dull tone, there wasn't much feeling shown in his words, but it seemed like they were both stuck out here for the time being.*
Linda
*After a bit, she got her act together and stopped crying, as the rain continued to slow down, eventually just a light drizzle.* 
"I can cook, a little." 
*She wiped her tears off of her slimy face.*
"But that's pretty much it. I'm not good at anything else."
Ron
"Ever considered trying to cook meals for money?"*He'd ask her, placing a hand over the chicken's head as if suspecting that she was listening.*"You know there's a lot of opportunity in it, some of which where you won't even have to worry about buying a home."
Linda
"I've considered it. I could try. Before you got here, I was about to go into the city to sell." 
*She stood up, walked over to a cabinet-looking piece of furniture in the ground. Inside were woven pieces of cloths covered in a plastic to prevent them from getting too wet.*
Ron
"Same here."*He'd say.*"Though mainly to take a break from travels for a while. Got caught out in this rain so I doubt I'll get to the Capitol anytime soon, but should be good opportunity for my work as much as your own."*Terrel would glance down at the chicken in his arms.*"So is the hen your coworker or like an emergency snack for later?"
Linda
*She smiled to herself a little, chuckling.* 

"No, she's my companion out here. The closet people are miles away, so I figured I should get a friend." 

*She realized how dumb she looked and sounded, a chicken as her only friend? She shrugged.*

"Whenever I go to the city I buy myself some food for the week."
Ron
"A chicken for a companion? Not a bad choice."*He'd say with a cheesy grin. The Elf would reach towards his hair before pulling out a small furry animal from it. It seemed rodent-like if not for the beak it had, signifying its relation to birds. He'd hold the Furrow out to her.*"Got a little bird companion myself. He mostly just lives in my hair though, so I suppose he doesn't make for much of a social companion. We're heading to the city now if you want to come with, maybe you'll find better opportunity there."
Linda
*She looked at the Furrow in awe. It was so adorable! She smiled a bit, before waking back over and gently taking her chicken back.*
"I'd love to go with you."
Ron
*He'd place the Furrow on his shoulder.*"Grab what you need then. With any luck we'll be able to find the path again out here. Do you know which direction you generally go in to head towards the Capitol?"*He'd ask her.*
Linda
"That way." 
*She pointed northeast, where a dirt covered cobble path lay. She picked up a few of her cloths and set them in a wheelbarrow behind her debris house. She then wheeled it to the front and onto the path. Luckily, there wasn't much mud.*
Ron
*Northeast. It seemed he must have gone a bit further south than he intended to then. Oh well, what's a short trip back northwards. As long as they can find the path to follow, they would be fine. Seeing her bringing out the wheelbarrow, Terrel would turn in the direction she had originally pointed in.*"Ready?"*He'd ask back to her.*
Linda
"Yep."
 *She set the chicken into the wheelbarrow and began pushing to forward, at a somewhat good pace for her size.*

*OK blah blah they go down the road and eventually end up at  *