Doris
Ah, it seems Ísfríðr woke up. Well, more of 'woke' up. Truth be told, Pyetra didn't believe the darker haired woman actually fell asleep. The only people who slumbers in a tavern are drunks, and she doesn't think someone like Ísfríðr would be stupid enough to do so infront of two strangers she just met. Even so, Pyetra and Aldeberto both look like very trustworthy people, an attractive specimen watching over your sleeping form is a dream for many girls. Though with Aldeberto, who touched Isfrid's hair after poking around on her back, she can see the reluctance of resting with him around. Imagining him touching them while they're asleep.. Eugh. That in the case, while Pyetra admits her employer is quite a looker, she doesn't have a good grasp on his personality other than he's timid. Having met a lot of colourful people during her travels, just because they're nice doesn't mean they're automatically a good person. The same could be said in the merchant business too. Loan Sharks are the worst, for an example. Following that logic, Pyetra herself wouldn't be that trustworthy either, following certain plot points she could be a beautiful assassin sent out to kill the pair for reasons that aren't to be revealed. Truth be told, she's just a nice person with the looks of an angel. Bright golden hair radiant as the sun, a soft facial structure, huge alluring sapphire eyes, and clear blooming skin with a light complexion. Unlike Ísfríðr, Pyetra has much more defined body structure — though in the bust sector? Eeeehhhh, better than Isfrid, most likely. 'Tis why Aldeberto is so lucky as a guy, he gets to have an angel and an elf in his team. But little does he know, the list will grow ever longer..

With Ísfríðr now 'awake', Pyetra gave her a "Morning", head tilted cutely to the side as a smile remained on her face. Ísfríðr acknowledged her queston before sums up the fact that she did listen in to their conversation. Of course, Pyetra would do the same. What the woman said however... Really gave a different impression of the taller blond beside her. Who knew a timid man like Aldeberto would be so blunt? Really, that sounds so out-of-character. Him rubbing around her back and touching her hair while she slept, Pyetra wouldn't be surprised if he "Accidentally" Brushed a hand over her chest prior to Pyetra's arrival. A closet pervert. 

The sudden change in how she spoke too, intrigued her. Before, the darker-haired woman had a noticeable harsh lilt in her speech — now she's reminiscent of one in the upper middle class, with consistent wording and proper tone. Pyetra pieced that maybe alcohol managed to switch off such an accent, whichis good though, makes her more understandable in the meantime. 

"Ah, uh, it is.. Quite rude to say it out loud." Forced_chuckle.Sfx

She won't deny the fact that Ísfríðr is really flat, but having it called out while in a tavern is horribly embarrassing. Pyetra is appalled that the darker-haired girldidn't just decide to leave after that. Letting out a fake cough, she scooted her swivel chair inches away from where the young blond sat, favouring Ísfríðr's close presence much more comfortable. The aforementioned female had a certain big sister vibe irradiating from her form, despite it being less defined, still has that same cutesy quality relative to many elfin species. From the waist up, she's no doubt an adorable-looking girl with the lethality of a veteran adventurer. Anyway, clearing her throat, Pyetra took the initiative.

"Is one of you arcane-focused?"
Rita
Alde furrowed his brow, thinking. He felt more embarrassed his secret had been revealed, and blushed heavily. His mood souring, as he stared at the ground. Alde truly felt bad about what he had said, and bluntly too. He hadn't thought much about playing with her hair while she slept, due mostly in part to having been used to his farm-life, and being around family.

Alde sighed, and thought of what to say. He was feeling bad, sighing. He wondered if he was making a bad choice, suddenly. He rested a hand on his chin, staring at the table, as he tried to find the energy to speak. He stares at it absent-mindedly, for a few minutes, trying to regain his mood by thinking... Of... Well he wasn't sure what to think, thought he tried to imagine making both of the women he was working with happy.

While it didn't bring-back his mood, he felt better. He felt his confidence slowly returning, and he closed his eyes, mouthing a prayer to help himself. He buried his emotions, feeling himself calm, and he finally answered after what felt like hours, but were merely minutes. |I can do this... Even if I did mess-up really bad.| He thought.

"I know a little, of the Arcane... Mostly in the form of quick-sand creation, and javelin-throwing."

He said, steadily returning to the cheerful youth he was. He felt his confidence returning, as he thought more of just... Making others happy. It was something he figured he could handle, even if he wasn't truly happy for himself.

|That's it!| He thought. |Happiness for myself, is pointless if I hurt them... But that means I *Must* Control myself from hence-forth. This is isn't me...| He thought, his smile returning.

"But I would rather fight with my Halberd, or sword if I had to fight. I never really enjoyed fighting outside the two, really. Weapons will always be my sort of thing... If that makes sense?" 

He doubted it did, for them, and ordered a refill for his drink, sitting back, and relaxing once more. He was seemingly back to normal now.
Frances
The girl shook her head. She wasn't anywhere near arcane focused. She had the build of someone who spent hard years training up themselves to get to their level. Of course they would lack the arcane focus. It was simply not like her. Of course, she did have her magicks in her, but they were only 2 spells. She did have potential though. There are stories of people who had no magic, working themselves up to become something absolutely amazing. Much like how she worked herself up from a slave to... Not a slave! Anyways, she wasn't the sort of Arcane type, rather, she was just better off standing in the front, looking scary, and stabbing stuff with a long stick. 

"Much like Mr Gyldenstierne here, my magic only sticks to sand pits. It isn't impressive, as I spent most of my life physically training my body. It may not look like it, but It is made to work like a man on adrenaline."

Being nice doesn't make someone a good person. In fact, it made someone extremely suspicious, at least in Faerydae's book. Aldeberto surely fit that. Sure he was nice and kind, but he did comment about her chest, and of course... Well... Playing with her air. If we followed that, Faerydae might be one of the more normal people. She was most definitely not kind, but she did call people out on... Their mistakes. She is somewhat like a book of detecting mistakes! She, as a child, has always been the sort of person to remember things for a long time. She never really misplaces anything, except for small things, as she didn't really want to. Everything has a price, and you won't know when you need that extra 3 or 4 copper. 

Aldeberto, has been branded C L O S E T    P E R V E R T by Faerydae, mostly because she did feel him getting really touchy when she was 'asleep.' She did need a nap of course, feeling slightly tired after her travels, but she didn't need sleep per say. Strangely enough though, she didn't complain about him touching her hair as she napped. Did she enjoy it? Maybe.

She didn't seem conscious about her hair, mostly because it's probably the best she can get it at this point. 

Noticing the man's... Change of tone, she gave him a pat on the back. A comforting pat on the back. She was pretty good at patting people on the back, probably having done it for years! Or... Two decades. She is the youngest of the group, not having the most experience in existing. She felt bad for calling him out. Now she felt like the asshole in the group. Of course she had to say the second choice... Then again, it was the better idea. What if he really was a suspicious man who wanted to sell her off to slavery?! Who knows.

"Cheer up mate. No need to feel sour for something you did a while ago. How's bout I buy you another drink?"

She asked, reaching into her armour, grabbing a small cloth pouch full of Jingly goodies and stuff. She had to untie her armour just to get it, so it was most definitely safe from pickpockets!