Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

The sun burned brightly of the roofs of the villas of Sol, spots where shadows dominated were few and far between. The air seemed to blur, leaving any pedestrians wondering if what they saw was real, or just a figment of their imagination brought on by the draught and the lack of water they had or rather hadn't consumed that day. 
In between the hustle and bustle of the alleys, a tall hooded figure made her way through the crowd, a large black and white canine padding at their heel, tongue hanging out to cool down their torso. Ymara Charac reached out her left hand to give her companion a pat on the head, whispering something unintelligible to the beast. Seemingly calmed down by the words, it nuzzled its large muzzle into the woman's hand. Using her right hand, Ymara wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead which had already threatened to follow a trail down to her nose. 
We'll be fine, she thought. We've made it this far, we can go a bit longer.
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol

*Julian walked through the Alleyways pushing past the crowds of people lining the passageway she was dressed in her steel plated armour, her helmet was held tightly under her arm just above her leather longsword holster. Beads of sweat fell down her face as she continued to walk. After walking a great distance she came across the canine and its owner she gazed at them both for a second before approaching them.

"That is a beautiful looking creature you've got there" She smiles reaching out to pet it cautiously in case it wasn't so friendly she glanced up to the owner inspecting her face for a little "Hello My Name is Julian what is yours?" She said as her hand slowly approached the dogs back
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

Ymara looked up to see a figure in full armour gazing up at her. Beads of sweat streamed down her face and she had reached out to pet Xerxes. A bold move, she thought. Usually people shied away when seeing such a large dog, intimidated by his stature and weight. This one seemed to be an exception, Ymara thought with a smile. Next to her, Xerxes tilted his head to one side, looking at her. 
She laughed. "Go ahead, boy." As if on cue, Xerxes licked Julian's hand. Turning back to Julian, Ymara replied, "Thank you. That's Xerxes",she gestured to herself, "- and I'm Ymara. You're hot.." Blushing, she stuttered, "Er, that c-came out wrong. I meant because of the weather you have to *Feel* Hot."
George
*"Why thank you!" *Her smile grew bigger as she looked up at the woman and blushed a little she loved getting complimented as not many people dared too. Normally was Julian was an aggressive hot head but there was something about the person and the canine that calmed her down they seemed nice. She moved her hair pit her eyes and moved her ashy blonde braid over her shoulder.*

*"Good boy, Who's a good boy. Yeah, you're". She said to the canine she had already fallen in love with the thicc pupper boy. "So what brings you around these parts"* *She said playing with her Braid and smiling looking up upon the woman as she was a lot taller than her nearly a whole foot taller than her, in fact, it was usual to see a woman of such stature and beauty*
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"Well we're just out here - exploring." Ymara made some vague hand gestures. "The little girl in me is looking for an adventure, as stupid as that may sound. And um- I'm actually from here. Well, not directly. We've been on the road a few days. " 

She didn't know what it was, but something about the knight had made her careless. She usually didn't reveal part of her objective to strangers. Well, at least not that fast. Letting her hood fall back, Ymara reaveled a head full of curls which bounced all over the place once set free. 

"What about you? Ready to rescue that beautiful maiden of yours?", she grinned, pushing her hair back, sweat sparkling on her muscular forearms. Shedding her cloak and stuffing it into a bag she wore at her hip, Ymara continued, "Let's get out of here, shall we?"
George
Julian Bennet
Terresol, Sol

"Yeah I've had a long walk I need a rest where too?" As Julian stood up she let out a little grunt of pain her Armour digging into her mildly sunburnt shoulders her hair fell free as she took out the rope bounding her hair. Her hair was unkempt and messy it was quite long it ran about halfway down her back.

She tucked her hair into her armour and put on her helmet as she was a little insecure about her looks although she wasn't ugly she didn't like her freckles and blemishes that covered her face she grinned briefly underneath her helmet and stretched a little.

While her arms were raised the woman would be able to see a brief puncture in her armour on her hip and what looked to be a bandaged wound although the bandage would've been stained in blood and quite old (a couple of days old) she put her hand over it for a second before saying "Lead the way"
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"There's an inn not to far from here, a friend of mine is the patron. The ale isn't too pricey, either. If you're up for that, of course. At least both Xerxes and I need a drink."

Ymara produced a strip of cloth from the insides of her tunic and used it to bind her hair away from her face. 

Looking back at her companion, she said quietly, "You don't need to hide. At least not from us. Those freckles make you who you are. And I'm sure that anyone who insults you will get their rebuttal." Glancing at the sword at Julian's side, she grinned. "I'm assuming you know how to use that. And when you're done showing them who's boss, let me have a round, alright?" 
A mischevious glint lit up her eyes. "I might not seem like it, but I've got a few tricks up my sleeve."
George
"I've trained with this sword since I was five years of age, of course, I know how to use it and yknow cheap booze sounds nice reminds me of home." *Her hand suddenly dives into her bag after a couple of seconds of searching through the bag she produces a white cloth with a centred red cross* 

*She wrapped the red cross around her plated armour. This red cross also appeared on her buckler which was fastened to her waste if you don't know a buckler is a small shield.*

*Julian was fascinated by the lady it was like she was birthed by giants and she had freckles too which kinda made them alike in an odd sorta way. If the women didn't guess by now Julian was a posh twat. Born into a rich family with lots of servants and friends until she got kicked out of her Town and they abandoned her*
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

Ymara led the way, making sure that her loyal hound followed close behind. Noticing her excitement, the canine pressed himself against her legs and licked her hand. Noise next to her made her look up. Julian had positioned herself on her right side and was now sporting a shield to match her sword. Narrowing her eyes to enable her to see better in the searing heat, she spotted something akin to a coat of arms. Why the knight didn't bother to take off her armour, she didn't know. Ymara figured it was her business and her business alone. Julian would do so eventually, she reasoned. After all no one fared too long in this kind of heat. 

Turning to the left, she spread her left hand out in front of her, motioning to a small inn - wedged in between an apothecary and a bucher's shop. An iron plate above the threshold marked it as 'Annalise's'. Seeing the inn, Xerxes' tail began to wag. Ymara laughed and petted him behind the ears. "Missed her, haven't you?"

Turning back to Julian, she said, "Welcome to the worst-kept secret inn in all of Sol. Ladies first?" She winked and walked forward, holding the door. "Based on your armour I'm assuming you are - or used to be rich folk. Forgive me if I'm wrong."
George
Julian Bennet
Terresol, Sol

Julian Followed Ymara eventually making it to the hotel beads of sweat continued to roll down her face only this time she couldn't cool down under her full suit of armour after a few seconds of scratching at her helmet she puts her hand on the nearest wall to support herself.

After she regained her strength she looked up at the women and said "I used to be but that doesn't matter anymore" She fell forwards due to the intense about of heat she couldn't support her own weight anymore, her legs just gave out maybe it's for the best before she causes herself any more harm.

Julian rolls onto her back and just lays there her arms and legs sprawled out she was too exhausted. She angrily muttered to herself something inaudible before passing out