Thurman
How strange. Yumiko didn't understand it— why would you love someone you know you'd outlive? Macen lives were often short unless they were mages. To a Silnari like him, who would likely live for multiple centuries, it seemed a foolish notion to love someone and watch them die.

Well, she supposed this was what they maent when love made people foolish. And the fact that he loved a Macen significantly lowered her opinion of him.

"That's a sweet tale." She said, taking another sip from her mug of wine. "Your love for each other must have been strong for you to still wear such a thing even after all this time."

She couldn't imagine what it was like. Living with the inevitability of seeing someone so dear to you waste away. Loss was an emotion she felt an overabudance of, and it wounded her heart still to this day. Yumiko didn't want to go through such a thing again. 

"So you now run a tavern, serving drinks to passing patrons like me... Being around a century my senior, do you have any tales to share?"

Yumiko smirked.

"Or perhaps you're not much of a man of tales. If you'd prefer the silence, I'd understand."
Heather
*He lifted his gaze from his ring and gave a faint chuckle. He leaned with his elbows on the counter.

**"Only tales of myself and what I have heard from those that come and go. Depends on the type of tales you are seeking."**

He perked up quickly.

**"Give me a moment please."**

He whipped around through the door and into the kitchen. There was the sound of pots and pans moving, following by plates clanking. Soon, he came out with the food she had ordered, in a bowl and on a plate, followed by a spoon. He lowered it in front of her.

**"I do hope that is to your liking, madam."** He smiled.*
Thurman
"Thank you." Yumiko's expression lit up at the sight of the meal before her. Utensils in hand, she began digging into her food, keeping silent for the first few moment as she savoured her meal. From the pace at she was eating, it would seem like she was quite hungry indeed.

A contented smile spread across her face just as the warmth of the food enveloped her. She wasn't a picky eater normally, but what she was tasting was delicious. Perhaps it was because of her appetite casting such illusions. Nevertheless, she seemed happy with it.

"Tales-" Yumiko started, swallowing a portion of the garlic bread. "Tales of yourself? You must have a lot to share. What of your former lover? How did you meet and how did you fall into a romance?"
Heather
***"A funny story that. I never expected to fall in love with a being like her. Her name was Agalossa, a dark skinned Macen with beautiful curly hair and lovely freckles across her face. We met when I was 32, in a merchant's shop. She specialized in healing magic and was there to purchase some potions of healing for an experiment she was doing. We met a few more times in that same shop after that. She always told me of the people she was trying to help and asked for advice. I was a mere traveler at the time and did not have a lot of knowledge in potions and magic, but I tried my best to give her advice when applicable."**

He looked once more at his ring, a smile brought to his face.

**"She was barren and unable to have children. It was one of the things she hated most about herself. I made her aware that it only made her unique and that she could choose to bring a child under her wing whenever she needed. One could say that she took a liking to me after that moment. We were married not long after that. Approximately 7 months after we met."**

He placed his hand on the counter and looked at her.

**"Seems a bit like a waste of time to marry someone who is only temporary. In my eyes, and I'm sure in her eyes, I'm glad I made her happy in her last few years of living. On her death bed, she thanked me for being her companion. Told me to move on whenever I'm ready. Truth be told... I'm finding it difficult to move on still. I'm just glad I kept her happy while I could."***
Thurman
Yumiko nodded along to his story, the food he had put onto the table steadily depleting as time went on. Love in real life wasn't as simple as within the stories, or so she had been told. To be married after just seven months? That was certainly risky. She figured that they just took caution to the wind and listened to their hearts. It was a dangerous world, and their decision paid off with warm memories.

That was rather sweet.

"Well... My Aunt Sol once told me that when you feel for someone very strongly, you trade parts of your soul with them. That they will always stay with you, no matter how good or bad your memories of them are. What you feel isn't uncommon I think. She's still part of you, that's why you keep that ring right?"

After all this time, all that was left of the food was the tomato soup, which she crudely gulped down by lifting the entire bowl to her face. 

"Haaah..." Yumiko sighed, setting the bowl down. "Regardless, those centuries certainly made you an amazing cook. The meal was astounding Mister." 

She gave him a satisfied grin before gulping down the rest of her wine in the mug.

"I'm sure you'll find someone suitable one day. You still have a few centuries to go."
Heather
***"Agalossa is always with me. You see, the years I spent with her, I built up a lot of trust between herself and me. With trust comes love. And from there, despite now not being married to her, this ring has sentimental value. Whenever I look at it, I remember the times I spent with her. The times we shared. And that's what she wants to be known as. A memory. If she had not met me, she would have most likely never married. And, in that sense, when she died, there would be no memory of her. This is the life she wanted the most."**

He looked back at his ring and smiled again, before looking at her.

**"Alas, thank you. I have learned many things in my years."** He chuckled before taking the bowl and spoon.*
Thurman
Yumiko highly doubted that she would've never found someone if it weren't for him. That sort of reasoning just seemed self-centered to her. She still couldn't understand this woman he spoke of. To be known only as a memory to a single man? There was certainly much more she could do if that was her wish. The woman was a healer. Her actions would have likely touched and saved many lives. Had she not considered dedicating herself to that field fully— to be remembered as a savior?

It seemed better than a bittersweet memory of a dead lover. 

For her, such an ending was a bleak one. Yumiko didn't want to lead her life with such weakness. She wouldn't stay content with mere passion. To her, death meant that she left weak legacies. Yumiko wanted to be more than a strong memory to a single person. She wanted to be an impression onto the world itself. Someone who changed the fundamentals of everything. A ripple that would echo even to the far future. A meme to last for generations.

"...Perhaps I'm not in a position to judge." Yumiko muttered to herself, drawing a wistful smirk. She stood from her seat and began making her way out the door. 

"Thanks for the meal mister. I'll be seeing you again soon."

Nagnis would see a single silver coin slipped onto the counter. A small token of appreciation for the tale, most likely.
Heather
*He saw the single coin and he gave a nod, taking it.

**"Until next time, madam. Have a great day."** He smiled. He then turned and took the bowl and spoon back to the kitchen, going through the door.*
Helen
Vanixa walked into the tavern a confident smile upon her face. Her hair was pinned a top of her head , a few loose curls fell out of place. Her usual smell of herbs and spices following after her. Vanixa came up to the bar, taking a sit leaning toward a bit. **" Good day Nagnis, how do you fair?"**
Heather
*He perked up from behind the counter and smiled.

**"Hello, madam! It's a pleasure to see you. I'm doing fairly well. The usual, nothing new. How do you fair today?"***
Helen
Vanixa placed a arm on the counter her left hand holding her elbow, while the other cradled her cheek. She looked up at Nagnis, **" I am in the market for a home as it were, maybe with a small shop for my business." I believe I've found such a home in the city. My hope is that the city brings me great business."**
Heather
***"My, that is excellent to hear! Business will surely come to you in no time. What items or services will you be sharing? Your healing services?"** He asked with his head tilted to the side a little bit.*
Helen
Vanixa, **" Yes my healing and I have some other works I wish to make profitable soon. Though I am a bit superstitious, I try not to speak on unfinished projects.** 
Vanixa looks up at the ceiling her eyes dreamy, then back down at you.
Heather
*He gave a smile and nodded.

**"Lovely. I'm so happy for the progress you're making. I wish you the best income to come your way, miss Vanixa. What can I get you for now while you are here?"***
Helen
Vanixa frowns, **" Ahh, just a ale please, then I'll be on my way . I just wanted you to know your always welcome at my home, unless you'd prefer to talk on long walks in the night."**
Heather
*His eyes widened for a bit in surprise, followed by a light pink blush coming across his face.

**"Wha- Really? Miss, that... That is a very kind gesture."** He nods his head. **"I will most certainly one day join you at your new home! Where would I be able to find it?"***
Helen
Vanixa smiled, **" Well, it will be some where here in town, a bit closer to the city. Vanixa, chuckled I plan on doing quite a bit of planting, so just look for the home with the front lawn covered in plants and flowers.**

Vanixa gives the man a sultry look, " **Though I may just come and find you when I make the purchase. There will be so much heavily lifting to do, getting the house settle in and all."**
Heather
*He looked at her and blinked, keeping the blush across his face.

**"P-Perhaps I could assist you if I am not working, to move all the things you need moved."** He gave a faint chuckle.*
Helen
Vanixa face fell, feeling a bit rejected she ran a hand on the back of her neck. She was so bad at this, or either he was really uninterested. Vanixa decided it was time to back paddle out of this one. **Well, don't feel you must I know you are a busy man. Speaking of busy I think I'll take that drink another day. Vanixa begins to get up, her ears burning hot in embarrassment. " Nice speaking with you again friend, until next time."**
Heather
*He gasped and leaned over the counter, reaching his hand out and taking her wrist in his hand.

**"Wait!"**

He paused and immediately let go of his hand.

**"O-Oh, I'm... So sorry."** He leaned back up straight, he too rubbing the back of his neck. **"I was not... Expecting to do that."***
Helen
Vanixa stopped looking down at her wrist that had now been seized. Her heart speed up a bit, her ears now a burning brighter. Had she been so forward that he was going to ask her not to return?! 

Vanixa wrist was released the man giving a apology that seemed to fall from his lips. Vanixa stood in bewilderment, she gave a wary chuckle. **" Ha... Ha I was not expecting it as well Nagnis, did I leave something?** Vanixa looked back at the counter then the stool, happy to have her eyes off the man for a moment.