Edward
*Abel came up to the notice board, slightly hunched over and hands in his pockets. In his left hand, he twisted the few coins he had left. He took a few good minute to inspect the announcements well, weighing in which had the most financial gain potential, before giving a look at the crowd. It took him a little while, but he finally spotted an official-looking armor. After a last look at the board, he dipped into the crowd only to reappear next to the woman.*

*Placing himself side by side, he coughed a little to get her attention.*

"Ah, excuse me ma'm, do you have, what, a second, maybe a minute? I have an inquiry , maybe you can help me.
Rosalie
Hearing a voice near her, Winrae turned. She had just exited the Temple of the Gods and was walking through the capital square on her way towards the castle, though if someone was in need of help it was her duty as a royal guard to provide it. Turning to face the man who addressed her, she immediately took note of his horns causing her guard to immediately go up. It was a tiefling, and he would no doubt see she was in fact an aasimar by the large white wings on her back. Crossing her armored arms across her chest, Winrae's face turned into a slight frown as she replied. "What seems to be the issue?"

It was obvious by her foreboding demeanor and large golden armor that she was not an individual to be messed with. Not to mention she wasn't fully there mentally, but that was only due to half of her brain being fixated on other issues going on. Winrae raised an eyebrow to the man, her fiery red hair up in a neat bun even after having worn a helmet for some of the day.
Edward
*Seeing the imposing armor and wings, and the strong stance, Abel stood himself straighter. He inhaled slowly, taking time to weigh his words and avoid saying the "Wrong thing", and keeping the visible part of his face unmoving. He witnessed her eyes go up to his head and felt a slight breeze. For a second, as he realized he has neither his hood nor his head scarf, his heart missed a large beat.*

"I'm not looking for any trouble," He said, raising a single hand at stomach level in an appeasing sign" Simply I've heard of an even in Hyburn, and well, I'm new to the area and this city. Can I be there for the tournament, and how much will that cost me?"
Rosalie
The hard look in Winrae's completely yellow-gold eyes slowly softened, and soon her expression turned into slight disbelief. "The tournament in *Hyburn?* Well, Hyburn would be a city in Findara. I believe you may be looking in the wrong kingdom." Part of Winrae was a bit skeptical of the tieflings confusion of kingdoms, but if he'd truly never been to either she supposed it wouldn't be all that farfetched. Her demeanor softened ever so slightly and her arms soon fell to her side. "I know of the tournament you speak of however. It's being held by a Lord Wyberg I believe."

Winrae let out a gentle sigh, the words of Arcturus still ringing in her ears. Perhaps the silence from her patron god was for her attitude lately. She had been a bit on edge, after all. With a bit more patience in her heart for a race she usually wouldn't bat an eye toward, Winrae's tone was a bit less strong. "I know Hyburn has a wayshrine and there's one here in the capital as well, so you could be there in a matter of minutes if you need to be. I don't know the finer details of the tournament however."
Edward
*Abel sighed. Wayshrines were perhaps the most useful thing he could have access too, and he was so luck to have found one, but it would mean his horse would be unsupervised during this time. He winced under his mask.*

"This is gonna be a little less... Formal, I think, but... Do you think this tournament is worth it? Is it worth the prize that comes with it? I won't risk it all for something I could earn in an easier way."

*Seeing the aasimar relax led him to relax as well. His stance changed, he shifted his weight on a hip and loosely crossed his arms. However, he wasn't relaxed enough to keep his posture too long. He uncrossed his arms, fiddles with his mask by adjusting it, adjusted his bundle bag, shifted from a hip to another.*
*If this, most likely esteemed warrior judged the tournament worth the coin, he'd take it up. He couldn't afford going hungry anymore. He sighed again, trying to avoid being to loud. He knew people hated when he sighed*
Rosalie
"Well, in my experience most tournament rewards are based off of the entry pool. So if not very many people enter, its probably not all that worth it. Though if its in Hyburn I'm sure the turnout will be pretty significant. If you think you can handle yourself against fighters from across the world, there shouldn't be too much to worry about." A tournament sounded like quite a bit of fun, but Winrae had plenty of coin what with being a royal guard and all. Not to mention not very many people would stand a chance against her in a no-magic duel of arms. She noticed his fidgeting, which she assumed was her own fault. Royal guards tend to get that response from the common folk, especially given the history Winrae and the tiefling man's races have with one another.

Winrae frowned in thought for a moment before shrugging. "If you're really looking to make a good bit of coin, I recommend the Adventurer's Guild. They take up bounties from all over the kingdoms. Monster hunting, bounty hunting, even things as simple as escorting a cart of goods from one place to another." She nodded at her own words, knowing it wasn't by any means a bad way to make coin. There were of course ways to make even more, but those methods were *Usually* Illegal.
Edward
"Well. The Guild is probably a better idea then. It usually surprises people, but I'm really not one for fame."

*Seemed like after all, he really did have a chance. He eyed her armor on more detail, appreciating the craftsmanship. He thought he probably looked like a beggar next to the guard, even if his clothes had once costed a lot of money to someone. Feeling brave, he threw in some small talk. After all, every tidbit of information about a new place was good to have.*

"So..." *With one lazy movement of his hand, he gestured to her ensemble* "Let me guess, Palace guard? Royal guard? However you call it. If you're part of the city guard dressed like that, I'm enlisting. This looks *Rich*."