Carrol
*Terrel would make his way onto the sandy beach, grains shifting and moving under his boots as he walked. It was rather quiet out here, save for sloshing of waves hitting the coast. He stood with a red cloak covering the majority of him, the mask of a pig obscuring half of his face. A chilly breeze would blow past, causing his cloak to wave idly in it while up above, the sky seemed to be at an overcast, threatening for impending rain. The Elf didn't mind it however. He had dealt with heavy rain before, but this place, was merely peaceful. At the very least a nice change from the bustling Capitol.*
Keith
*Person in a hooded robe was sitting under the tree and doing something on the sand. They seem to not notice Terrel yet. The hooded person in a robe quite far away from Terrel yet they could be noticed.*
Carrol
*Terrel would shift his gaze to the person, at first simply watching him messing with the sand. It seemed he wasn't the only one coming out to enjoy the beach.*"Seems like a pretty dreary day to be relaxing at the beach, don't you think?"*He'd call over to them in his hypocrisy for also being out here.*
Keith
*Cultist just slightly turned their head towards the person. He was silent for a few moments, then he just shrugs. Quietly sitting. Yet Cultist observes the person with edge of their eye.*
Carrol
"Talkative one I see."*He'd muse sarcastically before turning his head away to gaze back out at the waves.*"Not everyday you see someone out on the beach when it looks like it's about to rain."
Keith
*Cultist shrugs, literally unsure what to say. Cultist stood up, walking up to the water. They look by the coast line, seemingly looking for something. Their walking pace looks somewhat anxious and quick.*
Carrol
*He'd eye Cultist as he made over to the water, watching his anxious movements with a more sense of calm.*"Trying to escape the Capitol as well?"*He'd ask him.*
Keith
*Cultist turns around, their face is covered with hood shadow making it look like a faceless void. Cultist shakes their head whilst looking at the person, their stare feels somewhat upset and tired.*
Carrol
*Terrel would look back at him, cocking his head to the side a bit.*"Well my guess is as good as yours then."*He'd say.*"Guess you're not much of a talker."*The Elf would stare at them for a while, his typical ability to read faces scoured by the hood the person wore. It was hard to tell what was really going through their mind, but it seemed he wasn't going to get much of a straight answer.*
Keith
*"I don't like to talk." Cultist nods twice. Their voice sounds somewhat empty. "Just unsure what to do." Cultist continued after a little while. They turned back to the see, facing it. Cultist's robe slightly shakes in the wind, Terrel can notice quite thick book attached to their belt. It's cover is just grey without any symbols at all. The book has a lock and probably serving something of a diary or something else that Cultist writes down there.*
Carrol
*Part of Terrel wasn't sure if they meant they didn't know what to do here or what to do in general, but seeing as they finally managed to get an answer out, Terrel decided to go with the former. It seemed he was going to have to put in an effort to get anything out of them, the person most likely being more reserved.*"You lost?"*He'd ask more simply. The question could be taken in a more physical sense or mental. It seemed the person was already dressed more seclusively especially in him hanging out at the beach alone, perhaps not having anywhere better to go.*
Keith
*Cultist raised his head very quickly, then slowly looking back down. It seems the question hit Cultist in some sense. Cultist shrugs. They then 'hug' themselves, holding their shoulders like people do when they are feeling cold. Cultist remained silent.*
Carrol
*Yes it is then. The Elf decided to take it that way. He figured the best way to get an answer would be to just take the simple cues as the person not being sure and in that case leaving it open to the possibility.*"You travel often?"
Keith
*Cultist shakes his head at sides, probably meaning 'Something in between'.*
Carrol
*He decided to take it as an unlikely.*"Alright so you're kind of lost, prefer not to talk often, and probably don't travel too much."*Terrel would summarize aloud.*"You're secluding yourself on the beach and aren't speaking because you're not sure what to do. That sound about right?"*He'd ask them in trying to get confirmation.*
Keith
*Cultist looks over at the person. Cultist just shrugs. Then they turn around, not even sure if it worth leaving at the moment.*
Carrol
*Yes it was, he decided to take it.*"Well if anything, I suppose you can be a good listener. Give about as much commentary as my steed anyways."*The Elf would say with a light chuckle.*"I guess you have a preference for the silence though."
Keith
*Cultist tilts their head at sides, uncertain how to answer. It seems they aren't really prepare for any kind of discussion. Cultist walks back to the tree and sits down.*
Carrol
*He'd watch him walk back to the tree, figuring that's where he preferred to relax at.*"That's fine."*The Elf would say casually before eventually coming to sit down atop the sand just beyond where the waves could reach.*"I don't mind the silence either."
Keith
*Cultist took out their Bronze Falchion, a clear 'Sheeek' sound could be heard by Terrel. Since Terrel wasn't facing Cultist they could think of anything happening next.*
Carrol
*Though the sound was audible enough for him hear, Terrel wouldn't turn back to face him. He's been in enough fights to not care much for any sneaky assassination attempts.*"If you're looking to kill me, I'd suggest doing it now while my back is turned."*He'd half dare the person in a rather casual tone. Was this something he often dealt with? It was hard to tell really.*
Keith
*"No. I don't need to kill anyone." Cultist said with emptiness in their voice. Cultist remained in a place. Scratching sounds of a rock were heard behind.*
Carrol
*From the sound of it, it seemed like he was merely sharpening the blade which could have been seen as contradictory with his words, however, he decided not to look at it that way.*"With a voice like that, sounds like you've already have."*The Elf would say back, keeping his gaze ahead of him.*"That or the opposite in your case. Empty inside even."
Keith
*"No. I never did. And don't want to." Cultist continued to do use blade to scratch rocks, sound wasn't like sharpening, more of a random and careful rock scratching sounding like engraving.*
Carrol
*So they were a pacifist. It sounded like a companion of his, but she didn't typically carry around a weapon with her. By the sounds of it, however, it could just be them toying with the blade.*"Would you kill in self defense?"*The Elf would ask them.*
Keith
*Cultist stopped scratching the rock. "Often single slightest bleeding scratch is more then enough to convince your enemy that death isn't the best idea. Of course if they aren't insane." Cultist replied, this time sitting quietly without any scratching sounds.*
Carrol
"I'm sure it'll take little more than a paper cut to convince an enemy otherwise."*He'd say back before silence was ensued. Perhaps this person wasn't much of a Mercenary to have to fight those willing to come close to death before realizing the error in their decisions.*"But we live in a crazy world so there are bound to be insane people out there. More often than you may think anyways."
Keith
*"I know. Like the ones who destroyed my old home." Cultist replied and continued to scratch the rocks. Their voice had tiny bit of anger emotion, yet it remained as empty as it has been.*
Carrol
"I suppose you never decided on taking the revenge route then."*He'd say back to them. Most typically said that revenge was never the answer. The Elf didn't believe any action deserved to go without getting paid back. It was almost hand in hand with being a Mercenary, however, this one with malicious intent to it.*
Keith
*"I never did. I am not cut out to be much of anything." Cultist says with emptiness in their voice. They put the Bronze Falchion back into the sheath.*
Carrol
"With the weapon alone, you have potential at least."*The Elf would suggest to them.*"Can do a lot of things if you ever found interest into it. Maybe not while being a pacifist, but it's a start."
Keith
*"I don't really care. I just seek for a reason to be." Cultist answers seemingly without any other intention to keep up the discussion. They sound empty and emotionless.*
Carrol
*The Elf would finally look back at them, placing his gloved hand down onto the sand so that he could lean back slightly while watching the person with their now sheathed sword.*"Is that what you really seek?"*He'd ask them.*
Keith
*"I don't know. Noone knows. I have nowhere to go." Cultist replies, looking at a flat stone they hold in their pale hands.*
Carrol
*The Elf would let out a silent exhale of air, looking back to the ocean briefly before he'd eventually get back up. Small grains of sand would embed themselves in his cloak as he did, though he didn't care much for it. He could simply shake it out later. Terrel would gradually make his over to the Macen, practically towering over him as he'd gaze down at the man with the blank stare his pig mask typically gave off.*"You want to come with?"
Keith
*Cultist looks up at Terrel. With their face lifted up Terrel can notice bronze mask hiding their face. Pair of bronze horns are perking from the hood. Two eyes stare at Terrel with lots of emotions at once. Confusion, Denial, Lost and a Hope. Cultist doesn't says anything, standing up.*
Carrol
*Another mask wearer, the Elf would merely grin. It seemed his little joke could still come true with what he told the mage some time ago. It was somewhat demonic looking, but with a pig for a mask, who was Terrel to judge really? For now, however, it seemed like the man was agreeing to come. That or simply growing uncomfortable with Terrel looking down at him.*"It'll start raining soon. Probably won't be best to stay out here much longer. Capitol at least has shelter. Better than the forests anyways."*He'd explain to him before allowing his own wcloak to conceal his arms so that he'd come off as more passive.*"I don't recommend staying. Secluding to one place will only make you as insane as the rest of them, you understand that right?"
Keith
*Cultist nods. "I had a dugout in the marshland, but there's nothing much left there except for few dried spices and an anvil stump."*
Carrol
*A response. Good. It seemed the Elf could at least get some answers out of him with yes or no questions at least.*"You know how to set up a Camp?"*He'd decide to ask him. At least seeing if he carried any prior knowledge with him.*
Keith
*"Simple construction. Smelting metals. Pottery. Foraging. Smithing. You need to know everything to survive." Cultist says.*
Carrol
*It seemed like he had good survival skills. Considering they'd probably be out traveling in the forests for a while that should at least be helpful.*"Have you ever been to a Capitol since first coming out here. Or frankly around any city in general?"*He decided to ask one last thing. It was often hard to get some people through the bustling Capitol of Salvania. Fortunately for them, the rain should drive most away from the streets, though the same couldn't be said about the indoors. He'd at least have to assume his family didn't also raise him in the wilderness. Otherwise that would be a tough trait to break through.*
Keith
*"Never been in any of cities. Only in one village which once was my home." Cultist replied.*
Carrol
*The Elf would suck in a breath. Oh boy, this was going to be tougher than he was hoping. Maybe he can get away with going at the less busier hours of the day. He'll have to figure that out later though. It seemed they had lingered too long out here, as he'd feel small drops of water landing upon his head. Drizzling.*"Right..."*He'd eventually say, deciding that the questioning will have to wait until they found better shelter.*"Come."*He'd say, gesturing with a hand to follow as he'd turn away from Cultist to begin heading back through the forest.*
Keith
*Cultist silently follows, looking around and making sure noone would stalk them or anything alike.*
Carrol
*As the trees would begin to cover them from the worst of weather, Terrel would keep himself faintly aware of the Macen following him.*"Do you have a name or do you typically go without one?"*He'd ask him so as to drown out the silence. It should only be a short trek to the Capitol from here at least.*
Keith
*"It's Cultist. People refer to me like that." Cultist replies, following Terrel and keeping fine distance between them.*
Carrol
"Well people can be cruel."*The Elf would say casually despite it being a slight joke. It didn't seem to roll off the tongue very well with it having its own implications about him, but he supposed everyone had their own unique names.*"I think I'll call you by a different name. In my head anyways if you're attached to your current one."
Keith
*"I have never been referred as anything else but Cultist. Even the 'Providence' called me like that. I don't see any direct reason to change it." Cultist replies seemingly not really affected in mood by the joke.*
Carrol
"It's more of preference than an actual reason. People hear the name Cultist and it can warrant the wrong kind of attention."*He'd explain before coming to decide that he may prefer the regular name as it is. The Elf would keep the reference on the down low for now. At the very least with it just being the two of them for now, he'd know he was talking to him anyways.*
Keith
*"I know. I wasn't really liked back in the village. Probably it's my fate to bear such a name. My beliefs are different." Cultist says, following Terrel.*
Carrol
*Well there's a shocker.*"My belief is your fate is going to be whatever you allow to happen."*He'd say casually, brushing past the different branches that seemed to get in the way of the tall Elf.*"When you're out in the middle of nowhere though. Your name can be whatever you want it to be. People can't tell your otherwise out here if not given the chance. There's a difference between a name and a title after all."
Keith
*"I bear title of noone. I belong to nowhere. My goals are bleak same as far stars in cloudy night." Cultist replies.*
Carrol
"Then as far as either of us know. You don't carry a name."*He'd suggest, deciding to leave him on that thought before coming to a stop and turning to face him.*"Don't always follow what people say. There will be a lot met on the road and they'll define you as they wish. But fate has little to do with it."*He'd part away some of the branches, coming to reveal the city-like structures on the other side.*"There's the Capitol, probably where you'd meet the most people, who doesn't always have your best interest as I'm sure you already know."
Keith
*Cultist does not replies and just observes the city in the distance. Few raindrops flow down on their mask, yet Cultist just stands like a statue not saying anything.*
Carrol
*Terrel would almost mimic him, staring out at the city in his own blank stare as the water would gradually land atop of his light pink hair, causing it to slowly darken upon impact. Two masked statues in the rain, but the water was bound to press them for time.*"Stay close in the city."*He'd say, not looking back to him. It gets rambunctious throughout the day."
Keith
*"I want to know your intentions. What is your goal for this period of time?" Cultist decides to ask them a question, staring at the city standing still.*
Carrol
"For now, it's traveling the country. I have a job as a Mercenary and being one, I tend to visit different places. Salvania is simply where I'm staying for the time being until it's time to set out again."*He'd explain, deciding not add in the extra details of his work or the other companions. It wasn't too important of a subject to talk about for now.*