Mark
*With his last mission completed and some slaves freed Shaw decided to travel about for a couple days whilst he and his comrades had some free time. Having checked a map he recently obtained he saw the city of Lynndum... He knew forces were gathering there and a siege would ensue but wether the city holds or not is unclear.*

*With that in mind the SIlnari enters the city, walking through the gatehouse with curious and wide eyes as he looks about at the destruction. Was a clear mentian victory as the colours of the empire are still flying but his brow furrows in thought. There were still questions he had so he'd glance about for a warrior, anyone he'd think would reasonably been present for the battle a day prior.*
Rolando
*If there were a warrior type it would certainly be Grey. A seven foot wolf tall wall of a beastkin, although to which side he resided was questionable. He walked around freely, but as a beastkin it was certainly odd. The wolf himself seemed rather hungover, perhaps recovering from a celebratory night of drinking.*

*He's dressed in a simple tunic, pants, and hosts a sword on his belt. Noticably, he has no shoes, with stray pieces of hay in his fur as if he'd slept in a barn that night.*
Mark
*Shaw himself was dressed in a cheap looking gambeson and shearcoat. A merc clearly based on the war bow and other smaller weapons he has on his person... Like the large Arquebus he has. Minor details minor details smoile. He glances and spots Grey and... A bfuddled look comes to the lad as he thought he saw the Mentian flag just a minute ago but here walks a beastkin... Maybe on the side of Sola maybe not he's not sure, he'll ask. Its times like this he's very glad he's a Silnari and not a Macen. Makes his cultural allegiances a tad deceptive.*

*The man the myth the lad approached Grey and coughed in his hand politely to get the doggos attention.* "Ahem... Who won?" *Yes, that was the question he was being asked.*
Rolando
*Grey rubbed his head tiredly. Blinking as he seems to hear a voice whisper to him. He looks around, wondering if he might of gone crazy. That is until he looks down and finds... An elf?*
"Uh? Upper Mentia? Why do you ask-" 

*He looks down at the elf, resting his hand on his swords sheath casually.*
"Do I know you?"
Mark
*He lets out a small sigh of relief and mutters the word good a couple times.* "Hmpf ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ....And no" *He shakes his head as theres certainly no way he's seen or been seen by this beastkin, he'd met plenty but he'd remember a 7ft carnifor.* "Shaw, well m-met... Checking the city... Learning what I can"
Rolando
"I... See. Greetings. I've only been here a day or so now, been exploring myself. Wouldn't mind the company." 
*He offered his freehand to the elf with a half smile, glancing around to make sure no one was standing.*
"Grey."
Mark
*He looked down at the hand momentarily confused and cofuzzled before he remembered basic manners and shook the hand and continued nodding.* "A pleasure... How'd you come to fight... Well for M-mentia?" *He was a tad confused at the alleigance of the lad before him, he understood more than a few beastkin were loyal to Mentia and more than a few macens were loyal to Kadrush but he found there was always a story to it.*
Rolando
"Swords for hire follow the coin. That, and this rebellion business had caught my interest."
*He admits, giving Shaw a firm handshake that seemed to encompass his entire hand. He lets go soon enough though.*

"Are you some sort of daredevil sight seer? I figure I would have seen you on the battlefield if you're a mercenary or a soldier. And if you're not from here..."
*Wait, was this guy a spy or something? He couldn't be that hopeless lost could he?*
Mark
*He nodded at the mercenary comment as he more than understood that having done missions for coin himself. The lad put his hands on his hips and tapped his left foot on the group as he hummed in thought on how to answer the beastkins own questions.* 

"Came from-m Aberardtir to see whats h-...Happened" *He nodded at that and smiled. That seemed accurate enough of a statement for what he was doing here.*
Rolando
"Aberardtir?" 
*Grey paused in minor thought. He's heard of the city before, but what direction was it in? Towards or away from the capital... Well it must of been towards, if it were safe.*

"A messenger then. Have you spoken to Rickter? He could give you the full report." 
*Shaw was safe. For now.*
Mark
*He shook his head, no clue who this Rickter is.* "Huh... Wheres Rickter?" *He muttered curiously whilst he looked about, he's not sure which way he'd go for something so official.* "...M-mostly wondering whats next... Did the rienforcem-ments arrive?" *He heard the Middle Mentians were sending men, their help would surely but crucial.*
Rolando
"Somewhere... I can't keep track of everyone in the castle. We could look together if you'd like." 
*He glanced around once more before returning his gaze to Shaw.*

"Reinforcements? No, not yet. They're due to arrive soon I believe."
Mark
*The lad frowned, seemingly not pleased with the news of the reinforcements taking their time but would nod at the proposal of looking for this Richter fellow.* "L-lead the way please" *Shaw nodded towards the castle, thinking thatd probably be the way to go, and itd certainly be an interesting trip he thought to see whats happening in the empires main foot hold in the frontlines of the war.*
Rolando
"Right, follow me then." 
*The wolf leads on rather cluelessly, allowing Shaw a free pass into the heart of the operation. He searched for Richter with some difficulty, the captain of the castle was a hard man to find.*

"Damn that man. Where is he?" 
*Grey huffed to himself.*
Ronda
*As Grey was leading Shaw around, they would end up being stalked by an experienced hunter. Without a single sound, the white haired mercenary crept up on the two, and pointed an Arbalest at Shaw's torso.*

"What do you think you're doing here, Mr. Rat?"

*Was his name Shaw? He forgot. He only knew that he was Sivne's man and that he was with them freeing slaves or something. What was he doing in Lynndunn?*
Mark
*Just a slow step behind Grey is taken as the smol Silnari tried to put the Beastkin between himself and the Arbalest. He stuck his tongue out at Livio in quite literally the same fashion he did in when the Macen spotted through his transformation magics previously.* "Finding Richter"
Rolando
*The wolf blinked. Suddenly a crossbow was being pointed at him by Livio. Had he gone mad? No wait; his aim wasn't on him, it was on-*

*He looked to his side at Shaw, who seemed to be hiding behind him. He looked utterly baffled.*
"What-?"
Mark
"Doesnt like m-mice" *Shaw pursed his lips and shook his head, not to sure how else to say it... Hmm perhaps the threats he made as a mouse were interpreted as rude... Likely. That or the very likely reality of Livio wondering what he was doing in a Mentian controlled city after just meeting up with a company comprised of mostly Beastkin who'd worked with Sola... That might be it he thought... Maybe.*  

"Lower the weapon?" *He asked hopefully, not exactly liking the idea of fighting here of all places.*
Ronda
"Mice? How about someone who's currently employed by Krasta Sola? You know, the guy who wants to destroy Upper Mentia? And no. Not until I have a good explanation for why you're here."

*Livio kept the Arbalest pointed, though this time at Grey's feet, for some reason.*
Rolando
*The wolf blinked again. Working for Krasta Sola? Why did that name sound familiar... At any case he should try to deescalate the situation.*
"Hold on Livio- You must be mistaken. This is a messenger, from Arberardtir. We're looking for Richter to get a full report." 

*It is perhaps now that any of Livio's respect for Grey would suddenly tank. The revelation that this wolf is indeed incredibly stupid.*
Ronda
"That's because you haven't seen him before. I have. In another mercenary group, working for Krasta Sola. I know, because I was in said group. I left for here. Now, from this distance, richocheting the bolt could send it into your groin. Now, I don't want to do that. So tell me, what are you *Really* Here for? Information?"

*Livio couldn't believe how dumb the wolf really was; beastkin weren't known for intelligence huh? His golden eyes were focused and trained, and his expression held no smidge of his usual playful self.*
Mark
"Hmm... Not a m-messenger... And dont work for Sola" *Shaw shook his head at that.* "Just m-myself" *Shaw shrugged, about the best way he could describe it he thought but a part of him knew more words were likely needed to be said... Ugh he really wished he dragged along one of his more talkative companions that'd of made this easier.* 

*And he'd nod his head at that last part.* "Wanting to see this place mhm"
Rolando
*Grey seemed less- No, more confused? He didn't know, apparently Shaw wasn't who he said he was or-*

*This was a bad situation to be in. For now, maybe he should just retrieve Shaw. Reaching back, Grey picks up Shaw by the scruff of his shirt. Picking him clean off the floor and bringing him in sight of Livio.*
"Don't shoot him, I've got him... So- Wait. Can we go over this one more time?"

*He looks at Shaw.*
"You're not a messenger. But you're also not a spy. What the hell are you then and why are you here."
Ronda
"Huh? Did you not just join Krasta Sola's group? I doubt you're here for the damn sightseeing; there's a siege here, and Aberardtir is about 200 kilometers away!"

*Livio's aim was still on the Silnari, but his finger was off the trigger. For now.*
Mark
*He hummed in thought as he sure as hell didnt wish to talk about his entire life story and there was about a year and a half worth of context needed to explain his absolutely silly loyalties in this war.* "Im M-mentian. Seeing if we're winning" *He'd then look to Livio and shook his head.* "Joined Sivne n Sonja... S'different"
Rolando
"I-... Okay, we definitely need to report this, right Livio?" 

*He stares at Shaw. He didn't know who "Sivine" And "Sonja" Were, but it sounds like they were in Sola's crew.*

"At least put him in the brig-"
Ronda
"You're Mentian? What are you doing with Sonja then? I do know you're Sivne's husband, so I'll spare you that."

*Livio looked to Grey, all while not moving his aim.*

"If he doesn't give me a good explanation I'll shoot his kneecaps. Now, I need to know why you're here, and why you're going along with them."
Mark
*A joke was half formed before it died and that failed as wah he misinterpreted a word for a moment. Its at this point however he curses his being a Silnari as it makes his culture deceptive as not many of his kind can say they're Mentian born and raised.*  

"M-middle Mentian... Freeing slaves, not fighting their war"
Rolando
*Oh? That was interesting... The wolf doesn't speak, but seems a little more interested in Shaw's story.*
"How many slaves?"
Ronda
"...So what do you think of Krasta Sola?"

*Now this was interesting; it reminded him of Sonja, except he was apparently Mentian. At first, he didn't believe him... But then where else would he be from? The rat seemed to be a terrible liar.*

"....Oh yeah, what was your name again?"
Mark
*Shaw just shrugged.* "Never m-met em... Shaw, w-...Shaw mhm" *He almost slipped there but he doubted what he was gonna say was true in any terms with the crossbow pointed at him. But name given he just crosses his arms and waits for it to be hopefully put down. He's rarely been shot at and he likes it that way shockingly.*
Ronda
"Shaw. So. You haven't met Krasta Sola. So your only thing is rescuing slaves? What happens if Krasta wants you to fight Upper Mentia for real?"
Mark
"Im-mplying he commands me in the first place. S'wrong" *Having shaken his head at that he just thinks a moment and mutters his next response.* "Id not fight"
Ronda
*Livio seemed to relax a little bit. The arbalest was lowered ever so slightly, and could see that Livio was not as tense as before.*

"...What if he attacked Middle Mentia?"