Richard
Elves aren't known to be the hardiest race. In fact, they're known for how nimble and graceful they are— the complete opposite of hardy, or tough. Even the kinds of elves that might be considered the hardiest, the steppe elves, fought in a way that was far from what anyone could call tough. 

But Laerian? Laerian is the toughest elf out there. Maybe. There are probably tougher ones, but Laerian likes to tell herself that she was pretty damn hard. Not as hardy as dwarves, no, but still hardy enough to hold her own in a fight. In fact, she was sure that she could beat most other elves in a dirty fight. Dirty, as in street, with sand in the eyes and punches in the balls. She fights practically every day— she has to be pretty good.

But even as fighting has its boons, it has its fair share of terrible side effects. Broken noses, broken friendships(although she usually fails to make any in the first place), and most of all, people who glare at her from their tavern chairs. 

That's why she runs every month. Now, she is in Salvania, walking on a path— hopefully it leads to a tavern, because sleeping on the road sure damn sucks.

Her usual frown twisting her face, Laerian strolls through the paths, trying not to look people in the eye.
William
*Meanwhile in this same path a large and slightly menacing figure would slowly come to view. The man? Was 3 meters tall with crimson skin and fiery red hair, an unusual sight to be seen yes but what made it all the more stranger was his six muscular arms that protruded from the side of his body. He wore nothing from the waist up and down below he adorned himself with fancy decorative armor and red cloths that had signs of wear and tear from battle, scorch marks and scratches from many of the things he had endured in questing.

On the side of his shoulder a dark brown bird was just sitting there happily chirping away while the large titan was feeding him. As he did this a big happy grin formed on his face, furrow was one of the only creatures that made him just so happy while he struggled through these times. The changes on his body have been going more frequent and more stranger, hopefully it would soon come to an end but he'd just have to continue on with his daily routine and act like nothing has happened. His eyes scanned about looking at any people who seemed to need any help but many of the people he comes into eye contact with would just quickly rush away and try their best to not be approached by the man. A small feeling of fear growing inside them as they heard the small rumor of the crimson titan and his temper along with the rumors of other large red skinned figures just adding onto him like the wanted Oshikuru who strangely is very similar to him in many ways. Upon noticing an elf there his eyes would quickly look towards her looking to see if she was lost in any way or needed any assistance of sorts*
Richard
Laerian looks at the bird on the massive man's shoulder with a frown, wondering if he was keeping it on his shoulder to have an easier time eating it, or something. It sure is pretty cute... And from that smile, that guy is pretty cute, as well. She wasn't into the whole massive, flaming giant thing, but he was fit enough for her to admire all that c h o n k. Her frown changing into a smirk, Laerian decides to try human interaction for the first time in months. 

"Hello there, that's a cute bird," Laerian comments, changing her course to slow down and walk at the same speed as the massive man. From right next to him, he seems even bigger— which isn't much of a shocker, but it's still enough to make Laerian a bit surprised.

"You're *Really* Big, aren't you?" Asks the elf girl, her brows furrowing while she admired his figure. What perfect muscles— and arms! More arms were always a plus in a fight.
Melanie
"Hiya! Furry come on and say thank you to the nice Miss!" *A deep almost bellowing voice shouted out to the elven woman as he let the small little furrow walk onto his hand before he'd lower it to match eye to eye with the woman. As soon as the furrow got near the elf it'd begin to chirp happier and louder before offering her a small piece of jerky as a sign if friendship, this was a thing that furrows frequently did and his furrow especially* "Haha yeah... I am really big. It all just comes from training real hard and eating a bunch of food." *It was hard to tell but Ardon was blushing when he heard her say that he was really big which caused him to scratch the bag of his head* "I've also been kinda big just naturally since my dad is also a really big person. You look pretty strong too though!" *He'd say to the woman while thinking of what to say next...* "Ummm d-do you need help with anything?!" *He just blurted out without even thinking. He wasn't really that much of a thinker in the first place but he just assumed that maybe the woman needed help with something? Its been a while since he found someone who wasn't scared of him, aside from Hitoshi anyways*
Richard
As the Furrow offers her a jerky, Laerian grabs at her mouth, turning away from the two for a moment. She would never let anyone see her quiver in front of cute things. That'd be social suicide for a brawler like her. Opponents bringing pets into arenas? People seeing her as a softy? Nuh uh, bad.

"Oh no, it's cute..." , the elf whispers, a hand over her mouth, trying her damned best to not smile too hard. She hadn't seen many of these tiny, cute birds, but she suddenly wanted to own a dozen or two. She could almost feel her blood sugar rising just from this small show of compassion and love, imagine what a whole family could do— if she died of a heart attack, at least she would die happy. 

Taking the jerky with her free hand after taking a breath to calm her nerves, Laerian turns back to the big man. 

"No, I don't need help— I just wanted to admire your muscles," The elf comments, smiling playfully towards the titan. Was she flirting with the massive man that she had just met? Hell yeah, this was an opportunity like no other. Why not get to touch muscles of this quality for free?

"I'm Laerian," The elf states, introducing herself at the worst moment possible.
William
*As he watched the woman cover her mouth and turn around one of his eyebrows just raised in confusion. He didn't know what happened* "Umm are you okay? Did Furry bite you or uhh did you sneeze like really really quietly?" *Ardon asked before once again turning shy from the comment that she had told him. The comment about his... Muscles. Aside from Momo it didn't seem like anyone else really liked his muscles, if he wasn't already crimson red he would have been now from the blood rushing across his face* "I-I... I'm Ardon Surfist. I like to punch and hug stuff." *He just introduced himself while giving a big ol smile and trying not to show that he was really happy that he got a compliment for his muscles. Even trying to hide it coyly behind his back which failed miserably since his arms were basically huge tree trunks and he had six of them on the side of his torso*
Richard
Laerian smiles as Ardon stammers and hides his arms. It felt like talking to a big baby, which Laerian didn't expect from such a muscular man. Of course, seeing someone do this is terribly refreshing for Laerian— she lives in a world of masculinity, whether that be forced or not. Showing a soft side in her was a surefire way to be teased where she worked.

"I guess Furry isn't the only cute one between you two, Ardon," Laerian says absent-mindedly, giving Ardon a look over again. He seemed like quite the fighter from his scars and massive muscles— Laerian had different expectations for how this conversation was going to go, but she didn't mind it. He wasn't much of her type, anyways— the way he spoke was cutesy and made her want to spoil him, that was all. Almost like if he was a little brother.

"What do you do for a living?" The elf asks, looking back forwards as they walk.
William
"I'm a mercenary, I fight people and do quests and stuff. Just looking to help who I can! W-What about you?" *AHHHHHHHHHHHH SOMEONE CALLED HIM CUTE! CUTE?!?! ASIDE FROM MOMO NO ONE HAS EVER COMPLIMENTED HIM LIKE THIS. AHHHHHHH. Was the only thing that was currently going through Ardon's mind as he heard the woman call him cute. It was genuinely a rare thing for him to be told that so it was really special.* "Umm thanks for the compliments not many people tell me that to be honest. You... Look pretty nice too." *His mind didn't know what else to say to her. Should he tell her she's cute aswell? Or pretty? Uhhhh. His face had this dumbfounded expression as he continued on thinking of what else to tell her and if she should compliment or something*
Richard
Laerian smiles, glancing up at the titan's face. He sure looked taken aback about that compliment— it was probably hard to Aw, how cute.

"I work as a professional brawler. People bet on how I do in fights— its pretty fun if you learn how to enjoy it," Responds Laerian, thinking back to all of the noses she broke. It sure isn't a pretty profession, but it has its plus sides. 

"Thank you, I don't get that much," Says Laerian, responding to Ardon's compliment. Elves were usually physically beautiful, to the point where it was hard to discern what real beauty was among a race so full of physical beauty. She herself judged most others with their healthiness and mental health— beauty was fine and all, it just got boring sometimes.

"Do you have any other pets?"