Lewis
"Quite the contrary."*He'd say back.*"I'd say it's a well suited disguise for traveling amongst the commoners."*The Elf would look at her in mild amusement. Tucking his map away into his robe, Terrel would allow his arms to fold behind him just enough so that his cloak could cover up his arms as a sort of blanketed shield around him, though in turn making him possibly appear more passive.*"Who would pass up such an opportunity to join in the fun without the whole country sauntering after them? It's quite a regal fit despite questionable representation on the high class. But of course, who am I to say? You clearly have a well versed opinion on such fashion statements I presume?"*The Elf would continue, catering to this woman's presumed ego in her given thoughts on what he wore.*
Maria
She stares at him for a second before catching herself and fluffing up her floof with two hands this time.
"Well... Of course I do."
She stammers before finding her thoughts
"Have you not seen the clothes I wear? All hand crafted from yours truly. I'm glad at least you can tell what good clothes are."
She pauses
"And I do not understand why you'd want to lower yourself to the level of peasantry these people participate in. Do you wish to watch a pig roll in the mud or a woman sweep the floor of an ale stained tavern?"
She rolls her eyes
Lewis
"Hard to miss once trained on the unseeing eye."*He'd say, walking a tight circle around her as if he admiring the fashion sense from all angles, his cloak flowing behind him much like a metaphoric spider entangling the Qua in a web of lies. It seemed easy to flatter one enough to force them to take back what words they say, though it wasn't always enough to completely rid one of their superiority complex. He's learned that enough from the Lathians. At her final question of why he'd come here, the Elf would lean down, quite a distance with the height difference so that he was much closer to her eye level.*"My dear, there are some things that cannot be witnessed within noble walls."*He'd continue, tilting his head up thoughtfully as if inquiring her. It probably would have been much easier to get the message across by winking, though with the mask covering most of his face it wasn't really possible. Still though, she could only take it as she would want to, thus was the way of telling someone what they'd want to hear.*
Maria
She gasps.
"Are you seriously out here to watch someone be killed...? Or what other filth are you looking for that can't be found within noble walls? It seems like the whole mistress part is starting to make sense again."
She fluffs her neck puff up again
"I'm surely not your type so why don't you take a step back, you... What even is your name?"
Lewis
*A sly grin, one at least noticeable enough to cross his face before he'd stand upright again. Something they can actually agree on. He'd stand there for a short moment, pondering over the question in her asking what his name was in wonder of whether he should keep the ruse up. Seeing as she seemed to at least believe in the mistress story, he decided to let it continue for the time being.*"You can call me Thalleous."*He'd eventually say.*"How may I refer to you, hm?"
Maria
She'd take another puff of her cigar while she thought and another hand grabbed a brush from behind her to begin to straighten up her floof more.
"My name is Pompeii Titan, but you can refer to me as Miss Titan."
She pauses as she almost takes another puff
"It's a pleasure to meet you Thalleous despite my original thoughts of someone who looks like you."
She takes a puff
Lewis
"Pleasure is all mines."*He'd say, holding back the temptation to make a sarcastic quip as he'd shift some of his focus away from her to glance out towards where he was originally walking towards.*"I take it you're touring around the city?"*The Elf would question, inclining his head down towards her suitcase.*
Maria
"I am not *Touring.* I'm here on business. Yes, a lady *Can* Do business on her own, surprising I know."
She rolls her eyes
"Expansions of mercantile empires and weapons trade."
Lewis
"Never doubted it."*The Elf would comment from the moth's irritations. It seemed she was one to help with working for the empire, something the Elf cared little of. At least the notion of weapons brought something the Elf could focus on.*"Carrying any well forged weaponry on you currently?"*He'd ask her.*
Maria
She scoffs.
"Are you blind? Everything I carry is well forged. They are all hand made by me."
She pulls out the two massive arbelists strapped to her back after putting the stuff in her hands away. She holds them up with all four hands showing off how they look. Again, the arbalests are made out of a tasteful dark wood with silver and gold carvings that look like swirls of air. They seem very masterfully crafted.
"My arbelists could be placed into the hands of any peasant and allow them to take down a bear in a single shot. If I would ever stoop so low to allow a peasant to touch my craftsmanship."
She gestures to the suitcase.
"I have lesser weapons in there. Crossbows, bows, swords. The majority of them are ranged weapons so my work is not lost to brutes but I carry some melee weapons just incase."
Lewis
"Right..."*The Elf would say more dubiously. As effective as the Arbalest was, it's efficiency remained questionable in the heat of combat with how it took to load up. As much as she seemed to care about the patrons she'd rather not have around her craftsmanship, money was still money in his eyes.*"So I'm assuming you've had frequent sales in that case? Some from those presumably of high class?"*He'd ask her, wondering just how well she could be doing with her selective trade. It was a lot more common for things to fall into the hands of peasants rather than nobles due to popularity, but if she could have somehow made a name for herself, that would be the easy way to get what she wanted.*
Maria
"Of course. I only deal with nobles or those with enough money to mimic the lifestyle of nobles. As long as they aren't savages."
She rolls her eyes
"It's why I bring so much power to the table. It's been many times that these small brain monkeys are denied the use of my weapons and tried to take them by force."
She rubs her hand down the side of her craftsmanship on the arbelist.
"Nothing's more convincing then stapling a blinkered fool to a wall."
She smiles as she inspects her craftsmanship as if it's new to her again.
Lewis
*At this point, the Qua had rolled her eyes so many time that Terrel found himself following her dark irises distractedly in an arc each time she did it. It was almost as if giving an added counter to something where her words failed to interest him much. After all, he was no nobleman even if he pretended to be such. Besides, her artillery didn't interest him enough to do business with a woman with her attitude. He was fortunate enough to break away from it off the bat despite having to listen to the second hand filter of it.*"And you were able to fight them off?"*The Elf would ask, picking up at least that portion of her words while she seemed to overly admire her own work.*
Maria
She looks at him quizzically
"Of course I was able to. A grand showing of power is all it takes for little rats to scurry back into their holes."
She walks around him this time for a second to judge him.
"Hmmm, you seem to take good care of your sword, even if it isn't special. But that crossbow... Tsk tsk tsk."
She says disappointingly 
"Please tell me that's a toy you intend to give a child and not your ranged weapon of choice."
Lewis
*Terrel's gaze would follow her as she'd circle around him, raising an eyebrow towards her assessment. He supposed looks didn't always do a weapon justice, especially not when a judgmental moth was involved.*"It gets the job done when its use is needed. My preference has always been more towards swordsmanship, however."*He'd answer.*
Maria
"A chain is only as strong as it's weakest link."
She circles back around him.
"If you wish to dominate battle, you must be prepared to succeed in *All* Positions."
Lewis
"You know."*He would say in a matter of fact tone.*"Most would typically cut off the weakest link for the sake of resolving any issue, but in my case, I'm lucky a bolt hasn't gotten stuck in the crossbow's track yet. I suppose you'd recommend it getting further upgraded for the sake of not having any altercations mid-fight?"
Maria
"Of course. What? Do you want to be bested by some beast or lesser just because you didn't get equipment in good enough condition? Those who rely on skill have to know that they rely on concepts and items more complicated than the standard bashing to a pulp. While these are more complicated and will often best those who take lesser forms, it's a lot harder for a creature to lose the most basic form of savagery as it is for a 2 bit string to snap under tension."
Lewis
"You speak of it as if you suspect it to fall apart upon the moment it is used."*The Elf would say in a more thoughtful tone. He'd reach for his heavy crossbow, taking it out more fully though keeping an eye on other passerbys in the event of them growing any more interested in what was going on. A weapon can only be upgraded so much as far as his experience went with getting his weapons more equipped for much harder opponents.*"I guess I should try my luck with an enchanter if I ever find one capable enough to making sure my crossbow is well taken care of in the event that I'm blatantly fighting a beast or 'lesser'."
Maria
"You speak as if that would never happen. Those who fail to plan, plan to fail."
She smiles and looks it over.
"Oh yes, this is just, oh my."
She looks genuinely disappointed at it as she examines in.
"Good luck find an enchanter worth their salt. If I were you, I'd invite me to your castle and beg for me to hand craft you one of your own."
She says smugly
Lewis
*My castle? The Elf had hold back the need to laugh at the thought of it. Inviting this narcissistic moth to his imaginary castle so that he could beg her to craft him a weapon he was more than capable of purchasing himself?*"What an intriguing thought."*The Elf would say back almost as if he were considering it.*"However, I'm afraid I can only bring back the most esteemed craftsman to my castle and you..."*He'd look her over, smile formulating once more, this time in a more teasing fashion towards the insult that would soon follow.*"Well I've never heard of you at all."
Maria
Her eyes narrow and looks extremely annoyed.
"I'm not going to clamber to your wishes of trying to appeal to you. My works are *One of a kind.* It's not my fault that you aren't well versed enough in well crafted weapons to not know the best."
She puffs up her fluff agitatedly. 
"I'd rather die than allow my brand to be lowered to a place where those who traipse around with common folk know of it."
She pauses 
"Exclusivity is the reason why my weapons and their craftsmanship are the best. Why don't you go talk to one of the feebleminded blacksmiths in the market district if you wish to have iron hammered into a crudely shaped toy, okay hun?"
She says condescendingly, but still clearly annoyed and bothered by his comment.
Lewis
*That could very well be arranged, the Elf would think in hearing her agitated words come back to him. One so outwardly prideful. It would only be her downfall or bankruptcy for that matter. It was hard to tell much of the expression Terrel was portraying, the smile never fading in her spitting insult after insult. Idly, he would put the Crossbow away, moving his cloak back over it to return the weapon to its concealment while he waited for the Moth woman to finish.*"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt then."*Terrel would say, tilting his head back slightly as he'd glance down at her.*"Your weapons are truly one of a kind? Then I'll await to hear what progress you make in the business scheme of it. By then I'm sure you wouldn't need me as an extra patron, but I'm sure you would hardly love anything more than to prove a noble wrong, hm?"
Maria
She smiles in that fake popular girl smile.
"Oh, I'd love nothing more than that. I'll joyfully await the day to be sipping wine and hear the news of a noble who was mauled by a creature as his weapons failed upon him."
She looks at him over for a second again.
"You know, I think the mask is starting to make sense now. I'm sure I'd wear a mask if I looked like you did. At least it's a neat accessory that seems well crafted."
She smiles again as if she hadn't just insulted him.
"Don't take this as a decline of sales though, you are always welcome to come find me again and grovel at my feet if you wish to rethink your decision."
She fluffs her floof again.
Lewis
"Looks can be deceiving."*The Elf would say back.*"This mask does a great job of characterizing it."*He'd eventually turn away, taking her words as opportunity to dismiss himself and rid him from the conversation.*"For a commoner, you'd fit in quite well with the Lathians."*He'd say to her, allowing her to take it as a compliment or insult. Whichever she saw fit.*"You should hold out on all that fluff prep though. I hear such fine material gets worn down quite easily."*The Elf would comment, toying with the small bit of fluff along the his cloak before soon heading off.*
Maria
She would stand there speechless and insulted as he walked away. She would quickly turn around and haul off her suitcase to walk away and drop her half smoked cigar on the ground. She'd quickly bring out her brush again and brush at her fluff as she walked away, worried about the condition of it now.
She would talk under her breath reassuring herself and insulting him.