Lester
Ameia Morrow
Tonate Proper - The Stilts, the Red Squirrel tavern

"Do you spend all your nights starting fights in places you don't know?!" Ameia yelled in return when she heard the words. Alright, so the man was following her. Good.
It took no time for her to get to the door, swiftly evading everyone in her path like she did, indeed, spend all her nights in this kind of chaos.
Once she reached the door she paused to look back, one hand still holding up her skirt from running. He seemed to be fine- surprisingly.
"And I wasn't having fun, I was working!" She continued before stepping outside, like always she made sure the coast was clear before moving to a darker spot next to the tavern. The chance of someone else deciding to get them outside was always there. Not to mind if the innkeeper or alewife had spotted them, those were the ones you really needed to look out for. 

Her heart was thumping in her chest, a stupid smile one her face as she got of the adrenaline rush she treasured so much. It wasn't until she harshly turned around that a frown appeared.
"What was that for! Couldn't you watch where you were walking?" Ameia didn't seem to mind the fact the man had already proven to be a fighter, because the irritation was clearly visible on her face. She had just wasted her time dealing with two men she despised for nothing. Almost nothing. In her right hand she was still holding the pouch, which she quickly opened to look inside. There was maybe a third left of what had originally been in there. If she was lucky.
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**

Tonate Proper, The Stilts

Once outside, the sharp night air hitting Fabians skin, he slowly stopped, only to be pulled in one direction by the thief, still having a hand on his blade as he looked for any danger seeking fellows- but for the moment, none came, so he shifted his attention to the thief. As he looked back, her words had flown off him like water, blinking a few times. He had Paler skin, a dribble of crimson trailing down from his nose, his hair was, at the moment, seemingly unkempt, and icy blue eyes studied her for any threatening movements or attempts to steal his available meagre funds.

"I apologize, I didn't mean to run into you, but perhaps if you weren't thieving, those men wouldn't have been so eager to tear you limb from limb," He grumbled back, wincing as he brought two finger's up to his nose and found them covered with crimson when pulled away. He didn't have anything against thieves, most who were, did it out of necessity. But he also didn't exactly enjoy it. "Speaking of- why did you stay? You shifted the blame to me to... Escape. So why stay?"
Lester
Ameia Morrow
Tonate Proper - The Stilts

Now that she was outside and no longer put on spot she actually got to take a good look at who was in front of her. He had to be an outsider. Not only did he miss the tanned skin that every hard worker in the Isles got- no matter the skin tone you were born with- but next to every sentence gave it away. Ameia put the pouch away and made sure it was deep inside of one of her many pockets
"You're one to talk. Being in a place like this and having something to say about what I do." She said, crossing her arms while taking a defensive stance. She took pride in what she did, partly. It wasn't like most of the people there had come across the money fair either. 

The next question hit right where it was supposed to. She immediately opened her mouth to reply just as quickly as she had until that point, but it took a moment.
"Aye... I didn't expect you to just do nothing. People tend to start to defend themselves, a few tears can do wonders." There was no real answer, but she didn't let room for him to speak. "Who are you anyway? There normally aren't many foreigners like you outside the walls. Let me guess, hanging around after the festival?"
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**

He gave a slight chuckle at her words taking out a piece of cloth tucked away, wiping his face to clean, slightly smearing the blood before going over it again. Giving her a raised eyebrow when she called him a foreigner, shrugging. He didn't mind but was slightly ashamed it was so- obvious. The same applied for the calling out of him being there in the first place.

"I... Was looking for work." He grumbled, looking back at the tavern before starting to walk in the opposite direction, cloak billowing in the late afternoon breeze. "Fabian Ambrose... I came here for the melee, ended up helping capture assassins, and got a nice reward for it... I assume you are from here?" He muttered, stopping and waiting for her to join him, not wanting to stick around the area for much longer.