Sabrina
*He nods his head and smiles a bit. 'Brothers... No, commrades in arms' he thought to himself as she spoke.* "It may be the most important thing in these desperate times. The rich are finding themselves weaker and more vulnerable as they lose the need to defend themselves."

*He had already taken note of her blade, but after she brought attention to it he was much more interested. It was obvious that with a glow like that it was no regular sword.* "A beautiful craft to be had. I hope that it has brought you much coin. I have been dealing with... Simpler means so to speak." *He motioned to the wrapped gargantuan sword that laid on the ground after its fresh sharpen.*

"I would hope to some day get the chance to weild a blade as unique as yours."
Carl
"Yes, it was a fine gift indeed... I often wonder if its original owner misses it." *She finishes sharpening the blade, taking the scabbard off the ground and sliding it onto the sword. She then realized how ominous that sentence may sound without context, and quickly adds,* "It was gifted to me by a warrior of great ability, I merely hope he has another blade he could use..."

*She looks to the Brayer's blade on the ground, commenting on it,* "It is a simple, yet effective tool in the hands of one strong enough to wield it. And I've no doubt you could use it, otherwise what reason would you have to carry it?"

*As the sun finally sets completely, the darkness in the forest seems to double, as the shadows grow darker. Amalie wraps her cloak around herself, ensuring she remains warm in case the night gets cold.* "I cannot wait to get out of this forest... The wilderness was never my proverbial cup of tea. I cannot wait until I find lodging in the city." *She then adds, a subtle grin forming on her face, "Of course, my coin purse feels the opposite is true. Still, I cannot deny the luxury of a warm bed and hot meals."
Sabrina
*He stood about five feet away, slightly bent over as he examined the sword before laughing a bit at the remark about the original owner. He then nodded as the sword was sheathed.* "I am sure, to give up something that special, he has something of great strength in his possesion." *He remarked before moving away and rummaging through his bag for a few rations.*

*His hide was thick, and the cold did not bother him any. He was almost happy it was here, as much of the forrests threats would be less mobile through the night. The warm fire did help in comfort though, he enjoyed the light crackling of the wood as he tossed a few more stick onto it.*

"I much rather the city than these woods. Odds of survival are far greater when you are surrounded by those so much smaller than you. The beasts out here are quite a power to behold."
Emily
Amelie: *Still gripping the edges of her cloak, she inched closer to the fire.* 

"Well, while the beasts out here have strength and ferocity on their side, I'd sooner take them on than a person — muscle alone is worthless without the mind to use it, and I fear a man with a mind more than one with muscle."

*Letting out a chuckle, she then adds,* "Besides, I doubt a fox will attempt to fling a ball of fire in my direction any time soon."

*She then reaches into the satchel on her hip, pulling out a piece of bread wrapped in fabric. She takes bite after bite into the bread, taking a few moments to finish it in its entirety. She then puts the piece of fabric back into her satchel, wrapping her cloak around herself once again.*
Sabrina
*Taking a few steps forward and sitting across the fire from her, he looked up into the clear night sky above them in their alcove between the trees.*"So... You gotta name? Or are you a... Close to the chest type of woman?" *He stared intently over at the stranger across from him.*

*He took a large bite out of the dried meat and tore away a hefty portion. He ran his hand through the flames slowly as he thought.* "I'm Kirgajan Uonavas, but most call me Kirg." *He figured he should give his own name if he hoped to get one out of her.*

*He removed his hand from the fire. The flames were too small and not hot enough to cause any damage to him, but his fur was slightly singed at the ends.*
Carl
"I am called Amalie. Where I am from, people didn't oft have more names than one." *She thinks for a moment,* "It is nice to meet someone whose blood I won't have to introduce to the ground, nor are you asking me to do so to someone else."

*She casts her gaze into the fire, pondering for a moment, but she quickly snaps herself out of this trance.*

"So, a man such as you must have an interesting story. A lone mercenary is rarely born out of ordinary circumstance." *She then adds,* "And a campfire is as good a place as any to tell a good story."
Sabrina
"Amalie... A strong name." *He remarked with but the smallest of smiles as he leaned forward, resting his elbows onto his knees and picking up sticks and leaves from the ground. He ocassionaly tossed them into the fire, listening as the somewhat alive wood popped and hissed in the fire.*

*He looked over the flames hesitantly at Amalie and kept silent for almost too long.*"It's rather a dangerous thing to give information of the past... I hope you do not find offence, but I am not sure you can be trusted with that information yet." 

*He set his food down and rubbed his hands slowly.* "Perhaps a story from you first? How did you come into contact with the owner of that sword? Why take to mercenary work?"
Carl
*She wasn't surprised at the refusal to give his story. She simply nodded, responding,* "That is fair enough, a story can oft be a personal thing."

*She took a moment to collect her thoughts, before beginning to speak.*

"Well, I apologize in advance if my story lacks extravagance."

"It all starts with a family: two parents, and their daughter, born in an unforgiving world. I don't remember much of my early childhood, but my parents told me I was not born in the small farming village in which I grew." *She pauses for a moment, but it's uncertain whether it's for emphasis or she's simply collecting her thoughts.* "You'd think a farming village would have a surplus of food..." *She gives a small chuckle.* "...But that was unfortunately not the case. But despite the hardships, we moved on. In that village, resolve was valued more than most things, you had to have plenty of it to get through the day."

*She thinks for a moment.* "Well, my story ends with a great warrior passing onto me a sword, and me taking it. I wish there was more I could add, but that is my story in its entirety."

*To anyone with any capability in reading people, it would be clear that the ending of the story felt suspicious. It is obvious that she left some parts out, most likely parts she isn't willing to share.*

"Nevertheless, I look to the future for where my story will lead. Perhaps fortune and glory truly is at the end of this grand adventure, as the stories always say."
Sabrina
*Kirgajan was listening very closely to her, how she spoke, and where she paused. He was trying to gather as much information from her both in her story and in her tone and body language. He nodded as he followed along, adn there wasn't much he could say to add on or react to.*

"Well... I suppose that is a story that does lack extravagance, but even the simplest of stories is important." *He said, he was unsure of the true origins of the woman, but she had not hesitated to share her story. He felt she had garnered enough trust and respect for a portion of his life.

"I was born in Pinnacilia..." *He paused, as many people he had come across were quick to turn him away after that remark given the reputation of the island confederacy that resided in there.* "My tribe was... Violent to put it kindly. I was born into a family of respected fighters, my father was rather... Aggressive in his means for training." *He shuddered slightly at the thought of his childhood, so he skipped over most of it.* "My morals did not align with that of the raiding tribe, and I was left for dead for it. Since I was molded for combat... It seemed to be the best line of work for easy coin." *He too had covered up and skipped over much of his life, but he was not exactly good at making it subtle.*
Carl
*She now saw the reason behind his hesitancy before.* "I see... Well, if there's anything to take from my story, it's that you shouldn't allow your past to define you. If I merely stayed where I was, I'd likely be pulling potatoes out of the ground."

"And yet, here I am, a mercenary. If a decade ago, someone told me I'd be where I am now, I would have called them a charlatan." *She offers a gentle smile towards Kirgajan.* "If there is more to life you seek than mercenary work, you should pursue it, no matter your life before."

*She picks up a small stick from the ground, tossing it into the fire. A grin forms on her face once more, as she adds,* "But then again, perhaps you shouldn't take wisdom from a simple farm girl, I'm sure there are people in the city willing to tell you your fortune.*
Sabrina
*He nodded with her words, feeling much more reassured in trusting her. She seemed to be more focused on helping herself rather than hurting others.* "Nothing wrong with a smiple life. The world always needs more food." *He simply added as he thought for a moment. His mind had found itself trailing in every direction this night, but it wasn't hectic. It was a soothing path of thought.*

"If someone told me a decade ago I would be anywhere but dead in a field, or training ground, I would have deemed them insane." *He said almost in agreement with Amalie. It was rather strange to him that two people from very seperate pasts ended up in the same place, same time, and same occupation.*

"There are those in my life that swayed me to pick up this line of work, and I am trying to work for the better now... Right some of the many wrongs I did in childhood. Besides... Fortunes are for the doubtful." *He laughed a little bit as he watched the stick tumble into the flames. "A simple farm girl's advice is enough for me." *He spoke with a much softer tone to his voice, and he had let his guard down as he had considered her more a friend than a stranger.*