Terrilyn
A sloshing of the mud disturbed the rather calm atmosphere of the marshland. Far away, a rather tall figure made her way through the mud, raising her foot high with every step to free it from the mud. The figure had two distinct horns on their heads, although they didn't look like an Oni. Standing around 7 feet tall, and with no visible weapons, the Minotaur was simply... Walking through the marshland. She was in a long robe that was armored in important places.
Roger
*Neia continued walking through the mud, before getting to a relatively dry area, letting out a sigh as she drops the bottoms of her robe, sitting down against a tree with her feet in front of her, sticking out of her robes to not spread mud on them. She floats her book over, taking her shoes off it and setting them aside, and opens the book, and beginning to read. The book is titled "Collected works of Iskenderun: Sigils and you!" And is filled with dense writing and drawings of odd sigils and runes.*
Terrilyn
It would be a terrible idea to let her robes drop, so Sophie keeps ahold of them, holding them above the mud in an effort to have less cleaning to do later. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a creature of some sorts. A macen, maybe? It was great to meet people on the road, they tended to have special stories with them. Her curiosity piquing, Sophie approaches the young girl, a smile on her face. Many considered her a bit big, but that didn't get in her way of making new friends. "Hello there!"
Roger
*Neia looks up from her book, seeming a little startled.* "Oh— Um, hi... Can I... Help you with something?" *Her book lies down onto her lap, still open to the page she was so intently reading. One page seems to just have a single, large drawing of an intricate magic circle, with the other having what appears to be some sort of instructions.*
Terrilyn
The Minotaur's voice was clear yet loud, and was quite easy to hear. "I was just saying hello! Is that a magic circle on your book?" The Minotaur was pretty curious about a lot of things, especially magic. She seemed to have thrown away her aptitude for it and traded it for her inhuman strength and hardiness.
Roger
*She looks down to her book, picking it back up, as if hiding it.* "Um, yeah... Why?" *She doesn't seem the most confident, nor the best with conversation. She seems a little bit uneasy, as if somewhat intimidated by the minotaur's might.*
Terrilyn
"It just interests me! Magic is something I simply can't do(because all of my mana pool went into the strong perk)." Smiling, the Minotaur tilts her head as the girl takes away the book. "What is the book on? Sorry if I'm acting a bit too close, I just like to talk to people."