Mary
Turning his eyes towards his company, Volgras still picked the rabbit from his teeth with his tongue while he mulled over the woman's request. She had been yawning the entire time in the camp, although, he thought it felt a little forced. Perhaps for this exact moment... 

"Where's the rest of your party," He asked lightly. He still didn't buy her story about being alone—despite his own venture of one. He wouldn't give her an answer. Not yet. It seemed she had expected his resistance before he cast his shadows of doubt. It didn't seem to matter what his opinion was because she was already lying down on the floor. He sighed and nudged the fire again with his poker that he had placed on the ground earlier. 

*I wish I had some ale.*

Volgras noticed that she crawled towards him—unusual, but not a position he wasn't appreciative of in the right light. "Useful how," He asked. It was his turn to cock an eyebrow. *Great. A girl looking for an adventure. __Just__ what I need.* The demon didn't respond to her comment about her land's namesake. He honestly didn't care.
Rene
She smirked at him, a happy expression forming on her face. "Well, I don't have a party... It's just me and Bloom." She pointed towards the horse and turned herself, laying by her left elbow and side of her body. He could see her cyan eyes turning red slowly.

"I can be useful. I have the ability to boost up my senses for some time. And this sword here..." She paused, holding the sword with her right hand and got up from the ground. Kora started activating it just to show him, her veins and the runes on the sword slowly began to glow light blue for some seconds and then stopped. "Apparently, my ability permits me to 'connect' my soul with it and then, makes the swings faster for a good time." She smirked at him. "I can say I am *Strong*. And, I know how to fight, track people and I'm practicing my aim." After finishing, she felt stupid by saying so many things. *Pfft, Kora. You're not that strong.*

She sat down again and laid a hand on Bloom's hair. "As I can see, I think you don't trust me, right? If it's that the problem, I can prove I am someone you can trust. Just say what you want me to do." She smiled at him, her eyes completely turning red.
Mary
~~I really need to name my character's horses soon...~~

The white-haired man wondered why she was revealing her mystery. To him, that didn't seem like the most intelligent tidbit to offer company one had just met, but hey, to each their own. He wasn't one to cheat someone of life; if she was to die by his hand, she would know it. Perhaps she thought similarly? Still, bragging about her combat abilities wasn't exactly a seller's tactic for someone trying to convince another to allow them to sleep next to you. If anything, doing just that would scare off most people. Fortunately for Kora, Vulgras wasn't most people.

Watching her prance and play with her sword, he nodded after she finished. He wouldn't admit it, but she could swing that blade faster than he could swing the one next to him—he craved his blade that sat across a sea. His own soul felt empty without it. "Mhmm, put that thing down before you put out one of your pretty eyes," He teased. "Tracking, did you say. Do you know where the nearest city is?" If he didn't find a main road soon, he would doom himself to a sea of trees, much like his long voyage on the actual sea. Spearing a rabbit, he mentally compared rabbit to fish of the forest. Populous and eventually tasteless—he wished he had some seasonings right about now.

It wasn't that he didn't trust *Her*, he didn't trust *Anyone*. Especially not someone who just appeared from the trees on a mountain. Someone who just happened to be a Red Oni, carry a sword with reasonable experience, possess tracking abilities and begged to sleep next to him. Was he a fool for thinking that he shouldn't trust her? He didn't think so, but he didn't know how to answer the girl. What did one say to a stranger seeking to earn trust when they looked half dead and the sun had gone to sleep in the manner he wished so desperately for himself? Permitting her stay would cut into his own shut eye because he wouldn't allow himself to sleep with both eyes closed. . . 

"Sleep."