Robert
Momo would still be brooding alone in the corner until he hears the purr of a cat? He turns to the noise and there it is. A tiny albino british shorthair cat curling itself into the lap of a tall *Zareth*. You don't see those often, especially with such a small cat. *Why are cats allowed in here?* Just then Momo had a grand idea... If no one is going to prank him, he'll prank someone else!
Momo lifted himself off his seat, put down the mug, and awkwardly approached the table the tall Zareth sat. *Oh god it's drinking from a slit on it's throat.* Momo mentally slapped himself for being mean. 
"Hey you! Zareth!" Momo addressed Concord and pointed at his cat, "Your cat's telling me something!"
Vicki
*The Ardent looked up, its central eye doing the best it can to give a quizzical look. It picked up the little white cat and stroked it.*
Robert
"Oh? What might little Verdict be saying? I'm afraid all my previous attempts at conversing with him have been unsuccessful, I'd like to hear what is on his mind."

*Oh god it's looking at Momo with one eye. Wait, okay Momo focus!* Momo patted his cheeks, "Yes! Verdict! It told me that. It's name. I knew that." Momo put his finger to his chin, thinking. With nature's boon, Momo is actually able to understand the cat. But all the words that come to mind from the cat are *Relaxed... Calm... Why am I being held up to a stranger?* Momo couldn't work with any of these!
"Uhh... He's saying that there's going to be a **Grand catastrophe** That only **You** Can stop!" Momo flicked his hair back. "I'm a, uh, fortune teller."

"Really? A grand catastrophe? How awful! Did little Verdict specify exactly what sort of catastrophe it would be? Would it possibly be a... *Cat*Astrophe?"
The Ardent chuckles to itself, and scratches under Verdict's chin.

Momo actually lost his posture and giggled. *Oh by the pantheon's Momo didn't realize it was punny. Crap, Momo needs to stop losing focus!* He clears his throat after collecting himself back into his wise fortune teller act. "Yes, like a *Cataclysm*. Verdict says... Verdict says... That no less than a week from now, the whole **World** Will be devoid of fish! And **You!**" Momo points a finger back directly at Concord. "It's your responsibility to feed him well! You... You?" Momo tilts his head, hinting at wanting to know the Zareth's name.

"Concord. I am Concord. My, my, this is truly awful. How will little Verdict get his fish? He'll have no fish, won't he? Yes he will, yes he will!"
*As it says this, Concord tickles the cat's stomach, causing its purring to double in intensity.*
"Well, luckily, Verdict eats more than just fish. I suppose we'll just have to live in a fishless world... It will be hard, but we will persevere. Won't we? Won't we? Yes we will!"

Momo lowers the finger pointed at Concord, smiles and sighs with relief. Without evening introducing himself yet, Momo sits down across from Concord. He puts his elbows on the table, "Did you know I was doing a Jester Day prank on you?" He says admiring the cute way Concord tickles Verdict. Zareths are weirdos in a good way. "I'm sorry, I don't know how this holiday works. You know? Or is it even a holiday? Do you do a lot of pranks? Oh right," Momo gestures for a handshake, "I'm Momo. Nice to meet you Concord!"

"I had a feeling. And I am rather new around here, I'm afraid I have never had to suffer through a Jester's Day before. It is... An interesting holiday, I will give it that. I have never pranked anyone, though I have been on the receiving end."
*Concord returns the handshake.*
"It is good to meet you too, Momo."

"Damn. Well, it's not like I expected my prank to work anyway. I'm on the same boat with you buddy. I never did any Jester Day related things as a kid. It was always something we skipped over, seemed meaningless. If I was doing a joke or on the receiving end, it wouldn't last for more than a couple of seconds. What kind of pranks did people play on you?"

*Concord holds up the mug of brown liquid.*
"The first one I ordered was not hot chocolate. It was not the most pleasant prank. Also, someone attempted to kidnap Verdict for some reason. I smote them. They are now ash."

"Oh! *Oh..*" Momo leans over to peer into the mug of brown liquid. *Huh, getting the wrong order is a cute way of doing Jester Day?* Momo suspiciously looks at Concord, "I don't think someone kidnapping Verdict is a prank, I think it's a crime." He lets out a laugh thinking about Concord even making that comparison. "Overkill to turn that thief into ash but understandable. Although did this happen during Jester Day?"

"Oho, I got you, didn't I? I did not kill the thief after all, my friend. Consider yourself pranked! I merely gave him a stern talking to and a few raps on the head. I did have to try very hard to not crush his head into his ribcage. I'm afraid I get rather overprotective when it comes to Verdict. Yes, it did happen on Jester day. He also had a tub of glue and some feathers, and was going on about 'chickens'. I hate to think about what could have happened if I did not rescue Verdict."

"Wha-" Momo gasped for a moment! "I can't believe I fell for that!" He began to lightly smack himself on the head with small taps. "Ugh, the casual manner you said it and *The casual way I replied.*" Momo felt embarrassed. Of course, someone wouldn't burn someone for stealing their cat. Actually yes they would, people are crazy like that. Although, the tub of glue and feathers part sounded very real and scary. "If I were you I would have done more than just a stern talking to. You should've done your own Jester Day prank back on him! Pour the glue on his skin and stick on those feathers! Let him have it! Guys like that won't change with just a talk."

"You've never gotten a *True* Stern talking to, have you? I assure you, he will stop. He will not be looking forward to another."
*Concord drains its mug and wipes at its neck with a napkin.*
"It truly was good talking to, and I hope our paths cross again, but I have a tab to pay and a barista to yell at."

As Concord and Verdict leave the table to yell at the barista, Momo thinks to himself about the abruptness of it all. He sighs, *Damn just when the conversation was getting good too.* Momo sulks there for a few seconds thinking about the conversation and Jester Day. Maybe some weird people use it as an excuse to do bad things? Before Momo he left the tab for his orange juice at the bar he'd sat at. While leaving, he was disheartened that nothing much came out of Jester Day so far. He needed more friends in this city.
Rita
Aldeberto would be sitting in the tavern, thinking quietly, as he looked around, glad he had taken a corner table given he was rather shy, used to being back on the farm, and only speaking to family, even if he didn't really enjoy those days. He felt a bit awkward, knowing he was trying to form a little mercenary band, and here he is sitting in a corner, trying to be as unassuming as possible. He laughed a little, shaking his head at the thought. |Great way to sell myself as a would-be Mercenary.|
Heather
As if situations weren't awkward enough. Seems like a new... Well... Danger has walked in. Assuming the tavern was packed, her aura, which spanned 30ft all around her would make... The people who were unfortunate to get caught in that sphere to practically tremble in their seats. He aura felt like the physical Definition of dispair and dread. As if death has truly come for someone. 

They were heavily armed as well... Their face was completely blocked by their Closed Sallet... And the large amounts of armour. They were armed with a Halberd and a Sword. Simple enough... Right? No. The person lifted up the paper. The same kind of paper that Alde sent out to gather his Mercenary buds. Either he found one... Or he is in big trouble. 

"Is thare an Aldeberto Gyldenstierne-Seidel? Ah hae a meetin wi' thaim th'day in this steid ."

Whatever that person said, it sounded quite dangerous. But... At least it was a woman? Was that any better? Women can br as ferocious, if not even more ferocious than men! Alde better give himself up. For all he knows, this is a bounty hunter!
Rita
Alde stood up, taking in a deep breath. |Great... What now... Did I annoy some noble with my hiring?| He thought, shifting faintly, and looked over his cuirass, he would close his eyes, beginning to use his aura of calmness in the 30 feet around him, walking over towards her, to help calm the various people inside. |What did I do wrong?| He thought.

He took in a deep breath, calming his nerves, "That would be me, miss...? Did I do something wrong?"

Inwardly, even with his calming presence he had a bad feeling about this woman, he had seen how scary they can be.
Heather
She sighed to herself. Was she really that scary? She had a hard time hearing him so she removed her helmet, her hair being released from the horid dark place of that helmet. Beautiful... Flowing... Golden hair... Blue eyes like the shores... Gosh. Why was she so scary? This time, it was different. She didn't care about looking good, so she didn't actually look scary. When she wasn't forcing it, she actually looked like a generic woman! 

"A'm 'ere fur th' jab offer. Hud tae travel o'er th' entire land tae git 'ere."

She said, still sounding... Like she is speaking English? It is understandable when... Spoken... But not really read. Have fun trying to understand that!
Rita
Alde raised an eyebrow. He paused, looking at her face, tilting his head as he got distracted for a moment. He shook his head, re-focusing. He nodded, understanding her to some degree, thankful he was able to understand. He smiled, and removed his helmet, running a hand through his own golden hair.

"Ah! I had thought you were here to arrest me, for annoying some noble, or something. I am sorry you had to travel so far, miss."

He offered his hand, slowly for a handshake.
Heather
She shook her head... And smiled. Yep that smile again. The smile of a psychopathic murderer that uses stale baguettes to cave someone's skull in. Yep, she had an evil smile. She didn't seem too evil since... She took off her gauntlet to shake his hand. 

Her hand was warm... And smooth... Smooth skin? Oh well, seemed like he had a prerry one on his side. Even if she... Had a scary look to her permanently. If anything, her angry glare could probably kill a bird. 

"Na. Ah dinnae wirk fur th' kingdom guard. Yer braw"

She said, releasing his hand. She wasn't expecting... A man to lead the party? Just kidding. She fully expected a man to lead the party. What did you expect? Merc business is dominated by men
Rita
Alde would smile, blinking as he just stared at her psychopathic murder-y smile. He takes a few moments to calm himself, and re-focus again. He found it a little unnerving to see her so calmly have such an... Evil smile.

He relaxed at her touch, blinking. He took in a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, and slowly brought her hand up, and gently kissed her knuckles.

"I didn't expect to find someone so beautiful. I feel rather honored, miss... Ah, I haven't heard your name, yet."

He said, and would have a faint blush creeping to his cheeks, upon realizing he had kissed her hand, and still didn't know her name. |This'll be interesting... And hopefully not in a bad way.| He thought, |Though she seems... Nice?|
Heather
Being accustomed to... Strange greetings such as this would... Not react any differently... Other than... Stare down at him with... Disdain and bad vibes. She literally emitted bad vibes with the looks she gave. But of course, she was just... Well, compensating for the lack of... Extraverted-ness? She was really shy in reality... Which is why she hated interactions that she didn't start. Maybe this is why she started to become scary... Push away people she doesn't want to talk to. 

"Th' name is Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr 'n' yer greeting insae necessary. Ye hae awready shook mah haun."

There was a slight edge to her voice. But then again... She was friendly enough. She didn't slap him yet. Slapping your future employer would not be the best idea. 

Buuuuuut giving bad vibes is apparently a good idea?
Rita
Alde looked at her, furrowing his brow, uncertainly, as he felt he did something wrong. It gnawed at his mind, as he nodded, and smiled faintly. He wondered if her being scary was some sort of way to hire herself better, and decided maybe it was jsut his shyness hitting him hard rather than her.

"A pleasure to meet you, miss Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr. I hope we'll have a good relationship."

His smile grew, as he felt a little more confident, able to speak to such a scary-looking figure, as Ísfríðr was. He did really hope he wouldn't regret this decision, as he wasn't even so sure of himself as it is.

He vaguely thought of writing to home, once he retired later, come nightfall, but decided he'd see where this went before he wrote to home.
Heather
"Anyways. Th' jab. Shall we gie a bevvy sae we kin discuss mah term workin' fur ye?"

She asked, practically... Walking to the table. Seems like... When she got confirmation that she wasn't straight up denied, her Aura has been lifted. Now she just... Emitted good vibes. Not the calming vibes Alde has, but just... Happy vibes. Y'know, the one you have when bathing in a waterfall and no one is staring at you in that bush approximately 30 feet away, heading 276. 

She made herself at home on one of the corner tables... Getting herself a drink and... Settling her weapons on the side. She had a lot of weapons you see? A halberd... A sword... And of course, a hatchet! Looks like the hatchet had seen more use on trees than it has on people. Was that good thing or bad thing?
Rita
"Indeed, we should discuss it."

He agreed, and followed her, feeling his confidence growing as her Aura dissipated, deciding it was his shyness hitting him hard. He was thankful it was just himself.

He wasn't carrying his sword with him, although he did almost forget he had his Halberd resting at his former table, rushing to grab it, and quickly walking back to her.

He sat down, taking in a breath, as he smiled at her, his Aura slowly lifting. His eyes wandered to her weapons, and hoped the signs of usage on her hatchet meant she faced... Tree-enemies or something. He wasn't sure what monsters were real, and what was simply fairy-tales after all.
Heather
Trees were the worst enemies! They housed evil squirrel summons that jump and bite at you! Evil creatures! Wouldn't want to meet one honestly... She met some though. She was obviously skilled at taking out the squirrel summons. Wait... Those aren't squirrel summons. Those were just ordinary trees that happened to have squirrels in them. Yikes. 

"Sae, whit's th' jab chief? Am ah juist suppose tae follow ye aroond or naw ta?..."

She asked, seriously curious. She leaned forward with the question, nearly leaning her chin into the pint of beer. Then again... Trying to get on her good side would be a difficult thing to do. Would take months! But of course, there were things called TSs! But... There were people we must wait for! Like Pan... And Fizz!
Rita
Alde spent a minute imagining evil trees with squirrel summons that tried to kill you. He imagined fighting one, and wished he had learned to use a fire-spell. His smile grew as large as it could imagining the evil-trees being beaten by Ísfríðr.

"I... Hadn't put much thought into that far, I figured we would... Work together, taking on jobs, so... I guess follow me?"

He watched her lean forward, thinking on how he'd like to get to know Ísfríðr better, as he would like to know anyone else who would join on. He just hoped he wouldn't be the only man that would join the party.

*Boy won't he be in for a surprise.*
Heather
He was most definitely in for a suprise. 3 girls and 1 guy. That would be something any guy could want. Something that only happens in their dreams. Even better, 3 pretty girls. How could anyone not feel happy having that? Well, Alde was... Probably going to get more scared than happy with the three. They are... A strange bunch. On one hand, we have this cold tsundere, a friendly girl, and of course... Unknown. 

Since she was feeling quite hot under her clothes. Yeah, she was practically drowning in sweat... She kinda squirmed in her seat as she leaned back, taking a swig of hee drink. She wasn't able to drink a lot compared to other slaves, but she could drink a lot. 

"Weel, whit urr ye waiting fur? Ask me questions. Isnae that suppose tae be whit a'body wid dae in th' foremaist meetin situation?"

She asked, truly being open for questions. Any question that is. She didn't see a reason why her employer shouldn't know things about her
Rita
He watched her, tilting his head. He was oblivious to the creators' humor, that he would soon be working with two other women. Granted he'll be pleased to know they're all beautiful women. He thought of things to say, tapping the table.

He watched her, drinking, and leaned back himself, deciding to order himself a drink, and massaged his head faintly. He smiled, as he thought of questions.

"Well... What are you skilled in, miss Ísfríðr Veiðimaðr? Your expertise in combat?"

He asked, he wasn't how far he'd ask about her, though he was rather curious as it is. He decided, he'd see how it goes first off.
Heather
"Weel, sin ah wis a bawherr lassie, ah hud combat experience. Hae it be bein' in th' bandit band or a fighter. Ah specialize in polearms 'n' swords if that's whit ye'r asking.

I'm an' a' skilled at usin` th' loom, alterating 'n' repairing claes, foraging, 'n' shelter building. Ah hae bin trained as a navigator fur a lang time sae ah shuid an' a' be able tae uise that skill."

She said, practically really proud about her accomplishments. She even looked really smug about it, nearly slapping her beer over. She snapped back into reality and just... Drank her beer, returning to her ordinary self... You know, kinda scary but cute self. 

If he looked around, he would be able to see her equipment in detail. They were all the highest of quality. From the cape to the boot. She also had a beautiful sword and halberd, a hatchet and dagger, a spade and flint, and of course, her bag full of goodies! She was prepared for just about anything.
Rita
Alde would listen, nodding, as he focused as she spoke, trying his best to understand. He was glad ~~his creator~~ he understood what she said, though he worried over how she sounded once she got drunk.

"I see, you seem to be quite the beautiful, dangerous, and capable woman. Where did you learn all that you know? I imagine they're rather proud of you."

His eyes wandered to her equipment, nodding, and whistled faintly, he was impressed with all she had, wondering vaguely if she was more kitted than he was.
Heather
She transitioned from a very... Scary but happy face to a scary and... Grim looking face... Yikes. Looks like he poked on a very VERY sour memory. The one who taught her all the things she found necessary, such as clothing stuff... Was no where to be found anymore. In other words, she was missing and going to die. 

Her combat trainers were also dead. So was her first love, who happened to be a lonely soldier in the fields of Salvainia. She met him when she was our foraging for foods and snacks... He thought she was an enemy from all of her equipment, attacking her. She protected herself and somehow convinced him she wasn't a threat. A friendship would follow and the two would get rather intimate (kisses and hugs only)... But that wasn't going to last was it? He died a few days later to a disease. She didn't have enough money to get a healer and had to watch him die. 

"If thay wur alive, ah wid hawp they're proud o' me. Ah learned howfur tae uise mah hauns fur clothing 'n' weapons fae mah mither 'n' a lonely fighter, wha ah fun tae loue months efter. They're baith deid noo"

She had an amusing accent, but somehow her voice made it sound... Like it was anything but amusing. Just pure dispair and sadness! No aura yet.
Rita
He frowned upon noting the look she had, and took in a deep breath. He felt bad about bringing that grim look to her scary, but happy face. He nodded, frowning faintly. He felt truly bad, and looked at the table, taking a drink from his mug.

He took the time to think of home, wondering how he would react when the death called upon his parents, and shook his head. He frowned further upon hearing those who taught her were dead.

"I am sorry to hear that... My apologies, miss Ísfríðr."

He said, though he felt like he terrible now, and thought of how to lighten the mood again. He hoped he hadn't pressed too far, too, of course. He reached over, to set a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Since... We'll be working together, if you ever need someone to talk to. Don't hesitate to ask me, okay?"
Heather
"Tis braw. It happened years ago. A've gotten ower it. Dae ye hae ony mair questions fur me or naw ta?"

She said, probably having kept those memories locked away. She seemed good at hiding her past. She took another swig of alcohol... Well more a prolonged gulp, returning back to her ordinary schedule. She was back to scary happy Ísfríðr, not scary and depressing. 

She nodded to him. She acknowledged his offer. She removed probably had a lot of weight on her shoulders. Both physically and mentally. Physically because she has a lot of stuff she is wearing, and mentally because she has to live with the fact she couldn't save her lover.
Rita
Alde nodded, thinking. He smiled faintly, as he slowly removed his hand, and took in a deep breath. He thought of other things he wanted to ask, a few things coming to mind. He had a few coming to mind immediately. He hoped he could help her especially.

"Hm... Can you cook? Do you have... Any musical instrument skills?"

He asked, thinking of any others, though he felt better with having given his offer of help, and truly meant to help her if he could, even if it was extremely expensive, and time-consuming process. He thought of his drums, his smile returning.
Heather
"A wifie bein' unable tae cook is na langer a wifie. They're juist a jimmy wi' na boaby. 'n' aye, ah ken howfur tae speil an instrument."

She said, digging out her... Lil leather pouch, which seemed to hold a long cylindrical object. She took it out of course, the instrument being... A beautiful keyed fife. It had engraved brass ferrules and... Well, brass keys. They were corked, and they were absolutely perfect! It was an amazing looking instrument"
Rita
He grinned, and chuckled faintly, at her comment, and looked at the instrument, rather impressed. He reached into his pack, taking out his drums, nodding faintly, amazed by her beautiful instrument. He'd gently run a hand along his drums, sighing softly.

"Good to hear. I can't cook to save my life. Wow, that's beautiful."

He joked, chuckling faintly, and took a sip of his drink, relaxing with a soft, happy, sigh. He'd stretch, relaxing more. He liked to hear people play instruments, especially if they were good at it. He grinned, and relaxed more.
Heather
She will never know how Aldeberto managed to fit a drum that size into his bag, but she won't... Care at all. They are massive drums after all. All they needed were music and they could all play together. Maybe they can enlist in the army as a fifer and drummer! Bad idea... Men are scary when you are the only girl around. Girls also tend to get scary when you're the only guy around. 

"Aye, ah hae tae ken howfur tae cook. Tis a sort o' necessity." 

She said, slipping the fife into her bag. Awkward silence... How will they continue? She doesn't know. She feels strange now. How will they continue? Hmmmmmm.
Rita
He nodded and thought of what to say, his thought swimming, as he gently ran a hand along his drums. He thought over her instrument, tapping his drum. He finally thought of something.

"Do you know any magic? Fireballs or healing, perhaps?"

He asked, hoping to re-ignite the conversation. He hoped he could manage... Least until their third would arrive, hopefully.
Heather
She nodded. Yes, she knew magic. In fact... She used magic to prevent someone from moving! 

"Just some sand magic... Nothing to spectacular"

She didn't seem good at holding a conversation. Poor her.
Rita
He'd listen, smiling faintly. He found something to work with. He'd think, looking at his hand, nodding.

"Sand? Me too! Can you... Ensnare your opponents with it?"

He asked, hoping to rebuild the conversation as it is. He felt his shyness continue to dissipate, as he got more confident.
Heather
She nodded. Simple as that. She didn't offer any commentary- wait a moment. Just the moment before. Did she speak... Normally? Strange. Wonder if it'll happen again.

She was probably feeling a bit shy around the man as... She probably didn't know what to talk about at the current moment.
Rita
He sighed, and took in a sip of his drink, looking at her. He had hoped to find common ground, though he noted her accent dissipated, wondering it was temporary.

"Am I... Embarrassing to be around?"

He asked, wondering if it was about him, or something he said perhaps bothering her. He hoped he could break her out of her shell though.