Karen
He nodded a little at the thanking, and shrugged. "No uh, problem." He said, still wasn't sure how to react overall to the knowledge Amos was over a hundred and thirty years older than him. He furrowed his brow, as he thought over the fact, unsure how to really react.

He recovered quickly enough to hear Amos speak about the blonde's own sister. He took in a breath, and shrugged once more. "I don't know what I'd do if I even did run into her again. As a bandit she is a criminal, at large, and thus must be brought to justice of course, but... It is family." The blonde had thought of the fact before as it was. "Well... She didn't *Want* Me to go at all, I suppose as a mercenary might've softened the blow overall. I haven't had much of a chance to go back and find out as of now, how she thinks of it." He admitted.

Alde was still coming to terms with the fact Amos was actually an Elf and not an Oni as it was. He had questions, but once more he decided to wait to ask. He didn't want to offend the Elf by any chance, an so decided to answer Amos' questions. "Well... I have no qualms about getting others to join really. I was hoping people would... This is uh, actually the second attempt you could say of forming my own mercenary group overall. I had two people before, but... Well the work never really took off, and one of them all but disappeared without a trace. The other I keep in contact with when I can."

"Most likely I will attempt to use a mix of summons and people. I don't know how big I'll start with, I figured if I did something... More permanent I'd just buy some tents, and settle a camp somewhere for now, actually." He admitted, thinking it over. "Well my wagon too, of course." He added.
Pearl
He looked at Alde as he seemed to be processing, pausing before speaking, "If you want, I can stop." He was an ass, and he liked to tease, but there were a few lines that he didn't like to cross anymore. Maybe it was because he'd gone softer as he aged. More than likely it was experience at this point. Shame though he actually was enjoying having some positive contact.

"Well, it sounds as if she made her choice from a difficult position. Yes, she is a criminal now, and I would imagine the black and white response is that she must be brought to justice... But many people make difficult choices when faced with a crisis, or their own injustices. A slaver isn't breaking the law depending on their place of business, but I'm quite sure a handful of individuals might take exception to it. But, that would also be breaking the law," Amos said quietly, considering the two sides. "And given your mother loves you, I don't feel as if she would have been happy with any job putting her now only child at risk," He says with a smirk.

He withdrew his hand from Alde's hair after a moment or so, listening and focusing again. "So this is the second attempt?" He said, smiling, "I hope it goes well then, and having a base of operation I imagine would help. Tents and a camp is a good place to start with, and having Summons would help with the image. As well as keep unsavory folk away during the night, I imagine. It's less ideal to go after a camp with people awake and aware."

He gave it a bit more thought, then he shrugged, "I'll join, if it doesn't bother you."
Karen
He shook his head a little, when Amos mentioned he could stop if te blonde prefered. "N-no its not that its just... I guess its a lot to take in, tat you're you know... Older than me, by over a hundred years, about a hundred and thirty at that." He said, still really comig to trms with the full knowledge of hi first kiss having been with someone that much older tan him.

"Yeah, it was a difficult position, I will agree. But sadly, even if one despises Slavery, so long as no laws are broken, and its on grounds where it is legal, one can't really act. If we break the law to solve a problem, its no better than the criminals themselves really." He said, shrugging a little. "She probably does to a degree, but I think she'd rather I been a farm-hand all my life, and not be fighting." He admitted.

"Hopefully yes this new attempt will go better. I might go for actual buildings in the future, but that would be a fair time from now, if ever... Well maybe something permanent for a forge, but either way. Well, keeping them away is why I plan to set up somewhere outside of towns and such. Summons should help in that regard, yeah. And no, I don't really mind it, personally. The more the merrier." He said, with a smile.
Pearl
That caused him to laugh quietly, shrugging, "If you wish, I don't really count the last hundred or so. I didn't do much and they passed, more or less, as a blur. I only figured out about how many years it was by the date when I came back to these parts." Which was true enough, but didn't really change how old he was. "My sister is older than I am. My brother is younger by twenty years or so. Assuming they're alive at least."

Hearing Alde's stance on slavery, he chuckles quietly even while he rubs one of his wrists. He can feel the smooth band of skin there where he couldn't fully use his wrist, and where the constant rub removed wrinkles and detail. It was coming back slowly. "Well, those in chains may disagree, but... That's not an uncommon view of it, I suppose." A very neutral response. "Well, farm hand all you're fighting are, conceivably, the animals that are a threat to the farm and not a group of bandits, or raiders. Much safer in the end."

"How many people do you plan to have? And really, you could use your summons now to keep folks away, especially if you're still concerned for the horses," He says, nodding when he mentions making something permanent for a forge. "At least a forge you could put in without need for housing. Could be a starting point at least to build around," He suggests, pausing to think, "Most places need a starting point to build from. Forge is as good as any given it would mean you could care for your weapons easily with it."

When Alde agrees, he smiles and nods. "Well, I suppose if you've no one else then, I'll be the first one."
Karen
Alde nodded slowly when Amos laughed quietly. He shrugged a little. "I... Guess?" He shrugged again. "Seems like a strange way to remember age, but I guess, if time really blurred together, that's understandable. You haven't talked much of your siblings, I take it... You're on bad or so terms with them?" He asked, curious.

"Well, I don't really *Like* The idea of slavery, but it isn't against the law here in Salvainia, and even if I have issues with it, there's not much I can do against it, that wouldn't be breaking the law myself. Even then I'm just one mercenary." He noted Amos rubbing his wrist, feeling he just offended a former slave.

He listened to his comment on what Alde was fighting, and laughed a little. "Yeah, usually that's pretty accurate I'd say, to be safer than fighting directly against raiders, bandits, or the like." He agreed.

"Well... I don't know how many I'd want at most, but I figure... Seven at most? Excluding any summons. Means some can go on jobs, and someone's watching camp is the hope. A forge would be useful yeah. I guess I could compile costs sometime soon, and get it figured out for myself if need be." He admitted, thinking it over.

"As of now, yeah you'll be the first member of this new group." Alde said, with a nod, and a smile.
Pearl
He smirked, "Bad terms is a way to put it. We had a very competitive household that was encouraged, to say the least, as my Mother never forgave herself for having the misfortune of bearing three children and Father wanted the best of us to be running things. It tended to pit us against one another and I suppose there was some bad blood between the lot of us for it. I haven't seen them in a century, though, and I suppose some of that animosity has died down on my end. At least I won't be seeking them out and trying to make a pest of myself." He let out a breath, pausing, "Though I'm not sure if they feel the same." Considering the steppe elf that had recently died, he was quite sure they didn't feel the same.

"I doubt many people do like the idea of slavery," He says with a light shrug, "But it also tends not to be their problem to begin with. There are few folks that they know who are in it. Few who have experienced it. It's ah..." He pauses a moment, looking up in thought. "It's like a war in another land. No one likes the idea of it, but it also isn't something that bothers them."

Regardless of his stance on slavery, or feeling of it, he continued onward. Though an odd thought that an elf was in slavery from nobles. Maybe he just had strong opinions of it. "Well, it does make perfect sense then why she would rather you work the farm. Safer to fight off some wolf from livestock than an armed bandit," He chuckles, giving the Macen a squeeze and shouldering his bag.

"Seven is a decent number. It would mean seven places to sleep. A place to eat. A place to train, the forge, a place for horses. Starting as a camp would be ideal, and seeing if folks would be willing to perhaps help build their own spaces may help as well so it's not all coming from one place. Should lower the stress on your own coin as well," He said, pushing himself up to stand. He offered his hand to help Alde up. 

"Well then, looks like you only need two more and you'll be doing better than before, right?"
Karen
He listened to Amos, nodding. He found the topic of the Elf's family interesting, though perhaps that was due to having a rather dull family life on the Macen's own part. He tried to picture his five siblings still back home, being rivals in their day to day lives. He chuckled a little, and shook his head, realizing he couldn't picture it no matter how hard he tried. There was barely any time to for one's self, let alone have time to be rivaling each other. "Well I can't say I can imagine how that was like. The odd prank perhaps, but farm life was exhausting work, that left little time to one's self." He admitted. "Who knows if they do feel the same, admittedly." He agreed.

He nodded when he heard Amos mention how few do like the idea of slavery, and he sadly had to agree with the similar example he had, with a sigh and a nod. "Yeah... That sounds right..." He said, realizing it was true. "If I had proof of illegal wrong-doing of slaves it *Would* Be different in my eyes, though I would still attempt to go through the legal ways. That's how I was raised however in the end." He admitted with a shrug.

He decided to ask about it. "So... A former Silnari Noble against slavery, there must be a story behind that one?" He asked, with a shrug. "Though, yeah I suppose the farm is safer indeed. Wolves instead of attack dogs. Rabbits instead of... I dunno, goblins I guess? Yeah that sounds like a good comparison." He said. "Fucking goblins, I had so many requests to clear them out of areas, in the past, but could never find their hideouts."

He nodded, and thought over the idea of the group overall, he smiled a little at Amos' idea to save himself the coin. "Well... I uh, I have a fair bit of coin stored up, that's just going to waste, spending it on the camp is no issue to me." He admitted, with a nervous chuckle. He took the offered hand with a nod though.

"Yeah, that's true indeed." He agreed with a nod.
Pearl
In the same way Alde seemed to find Amos' family interesting, Amos seemed to find Alde's curious. Granted, both families sounded quite different from one another, so perhaps that was natural. "Pranks? I remember playing those on staff when I was a child but my sister never really had the patience for it. I tried once, and she boxed my ears for me. I never tried anything on her again until I was strong enough to retaliate if she tried that again." He paused though, looking over, "What pranks did you lot play on each other anyhow?" He was curious now what sort of humor Macen who it sounded as though worked exhausting hours got up to. He knew that he would pull some stunts during imprisonment, but what else did he have to do?

"Well, at that point I would consider if it were legal by tribal standards of the Beastkin to be taken from their homes. Or if it were in any area in which they were taken. But then it gets messy, and muddled, and is probably a conversation for another time," Amos said with a light nod. He was certain they could go 'round that topic for quite some time, but he felt he had already worn the idea out enough. Much more, and he might start speaking his mind frankly, and that wouldn't do well for anyone.

Pausing at Alde's question however he thought it over, then shrugged. "Something like that. I humiliated my younger brother and 'stole the show' from him, as it were, and my sister was sick of me as well. So, when the opportunity arose to do so after I injured myself, they sold me off and claimed the injury killed me I assume. I'd either die in chains, escape, or eventually be removed from the country." He said it but didn't put much feeling behind it. There. That was out. It felt strange to have said it, but he paid it little mind for now. "Never ran into goblins myself, but I also don't think I would want to fight anything that comes in large numbers with sharp objects, no matter what size they are. ...Though fire could certainly work on them I suppose." 

A small laugh as he pulls Alde to his feet, "Well, far be it from me to tell you what to spend your coin on. I'm not sure how much exactly I've saved at this point, though it's not hard to save when you don't have need of much I suppose."

He leaned in with them both on their feet and kissed him once more. "Well, where to now then? My only plans for the day were finding a place to rest outside of town. Can't really tolerate the indoors anymore."