Tammi
*The blunt end of the spear catches Parma in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and thrusting her clean out of the saddle to the side of the path opposite Almann. She still had enough sense in her tuck and roll her body on impact, but nevertheless knew she would have some bruising from the fall. As she picked herself up to her knees, she would see Alitrac trot along a little while longer towards the gates before coming to a stop. Parma smiled, and whistled, calling Alitrac back before climbing back on his back with a pained grunt, and leading him back towards the gate in a trot to congratulate the likely winner.*
Marvin
_Almann could hear her roll on the ground as he reached the gate. He felt a bit of guilt using magic on his horse and knocking her off with his spear, but he wouldn't have used it in the first place if she had just started when the coin hit the ground. Nonetheless they trots back towards the woman. No doubt she would have some marks being thrown off in such a manner..._

_Almann offers an apologetic smile._

"That was fun. What is your name stranger?"
Tammi
*Riding on top of her horse with one hand on the reigns and the other clutching at her ribs, she smiles back, almost wincing* "Yeah, I suppose you've earned your questions. It's Parma Azaldi. Thanks for giving me the chance to really feel the earth beneath me again after a long, long voyage, Mister Almann. Must say, I didn't expect to meet anyone so interesting so soon off the boat. Tell you what, I don't want to leave a bad taste in your mouth, I promise I'm usually a very honorable, respectable person," *She smirks* "Why don't you ask your questions, and I'll pay for dinner at any establishment of your choice." *She pauses.* "Well, within reason. I'm not swimming in gold and silver just yet."
Marvin
_Almann waves his hand dismissively._

"You don't need to do that. I've got the money to split the bill anyways..."

_Almann towards the gate and slowly trots into the city. He wanted to know her travelling intentions first, to pick a part her motivation for being in the center of commerce for such a large empire. Then he would slowly unfold her story, keeping track of the details of what she said and asking more questions to get even more information. Conversations are a lot like falling rummikib (domino) chips._

"So what brings a dweller of the desert to the city of New Salvainia? It is a long way from home I'm sure."