Samuel
"Ah, this one feels that that would be fair, however you did most of the fighting... So perhaps you could receive 3/4ths of the payment...?" *Ahdria paused before continuing* "A merchant travelling the roads between Solitude and Dragon Bridge offered Ahdria this job, although he seemed rather... Frantic? Ahdria was almost pressured into it... Hm..."
Daisy
She shrugged and said, "If that's what you're offering, I won't object." She pushed off the tree she'd leaned against and walked up to the fire closest to her, kneeling down and stretching out her hands to warm them.

"Where's that merchant now? If he's in Dragon Bridge too, we could just head back together. My client offered me one hundred and fifty septims, by the way—did yours offer more?" Her gaze moved from the crackling fire to Ahdria as she asked her question.
Samuel
"No, Ahdria was offered a measly 100 septims. One would think that if that merchant was so desperate to dispatch of those bandits, he'd pay better eh? And this one supposes that would be wise, Ahdria heard quite a few wolves on her way here..." *Ahdria put her spear back on her back and sat down, looking like she might sprint away at any moment.*
Daisy
Mirihil gave a small chuckle in response to Ahdria's quip about the merchant. Merchants were always either the biggest spenders or the stingiest pricks as clients in Mirihil's experience.

"Right... We should head off then," She said as she stood. "Town's walking distance, but I can conjure a couple Daedric horses for us if you'd like."
Samuel
"That would be appreciated, this one thanks you." *Ahdria nodded, quite glad that she wouldn't have to sprint all the way back to dragonbridge. Yes, it was good to keep in shape... But she'd already made this trek once, and that was more then enough.*

"Apologies for asking, but Ahdria was curious, what is your story? It seems many interesting folk can be found in this province as of late"
Daisy
Mirihil gave a hum and a nod before bringing her left hand up and forming into a half-fist. A sphere of swirling violet energy appeared in her palm. She fully opened her hand and pointed her palm at the ground before in the same motion, a horse of crimson spirit appearing there. She repeated the process for Ahdria before mounting up.

"I'm eighty-two years old. You want the long or the short version?" She asked with a small smile.
Samuel
"Hm, that depends- if we were walking, Ahdria would ask for the long version... But she feels that the horses may be in Dragonridge long before you are able to finish- as these conjured beasts seem much... Faster then the natural kind." *Ahdria was even more impressed now- she was that skilled of a fighter at that age? But then again, she knew little about the aging of other races.*