Justin
"Well a mask and a lot of clothing typically helps with that."*He'd jest. Of course he couldn't quite envision what the macenization process was actually like, but with that mindset he was sure she'd be fine.*"You're strong willed enough aren't you? I'd say it's the last thing you'd have to worry of."
Richard
"I don't worry about myself, I know i'm strong enough, others are different. I've seen friends start to turn and forget about us, running off east to be with their macen lovers." *She let out a huff, itching behind her ear and shaking her head.* "It's not natural. If it was natutal then macens and your people would start looking like us."
Justin
*He'd offer a light shrug of his shoulders.*"Maybe they do and we just don't notice. After all, they'd probably just look like any other beastkin. For all we know some of the beastkins here used to be Macen."*It was a silly thought, but anything could happen in a world of magic. It was a wonder how Macens alone held that much power to change another race's appearance.*
Richard
"No, no. The process is slow, you would see it. It only affects us, not them. It's something unnatural, has to be." *She grunted and leaned back against the fence.* "Losing a friend in battle is one thing, but seeing them turn slowly and leave you is something else."
Justin
"You sound as if you speak from experience."*He'd say, eyeing her. With the details she provided, either she had an extremely vivid thought process or had seen first hand what became of a person through the Macenization process. He couldn't imagine the change making them any different of a person though. People changed with magic all the time and they were still the same.*
Richard
"I do. There's two reasons why races stay apart, appearance and making children. When they start looking more like them than they do us, it gets in their head. And they were already weak willed to begin with." *It was clear to see that she was bitter about something that happened and it probably is the source of her rhetoric.*
Justin
"I've heard some cases of rituals allowing different races to have children. Before you know it, people will completely destroy the fabrics of nature. But I wouldn't doubt it with magic involved. Magic already messes with nature enough as it is."*He'd say, seemingly blunt about it despite the Brayer's disliking of the idea. Had to face facts someday.*
Richard
"Magic. Bah. It's all just wrong, people playing with fire that they don't understand. People crave too much power." *She grumbled, snorting.* "You're not some mage are you? Know an awful lot about it."
Justin
"You'd expect that of a Silnari wouldn't you?"*He'd ask her with a hint of amusement in his tone.*"Nah. I've stopped going to magic school ages ago. Can't say I learned too much from it, so now I just walk around swinging a sword everywhere I go."
Richard
"Left magic school to train with a blade instead. Mmmmmh. Respectable. I approve." *She gave a firm nod, a smirk crossing her face.* "Silnari swordsman, who would've thought. If we ever cross paths again, we should spar."
Justin
"That would be a first."*Terrel would say in response. At her request of them sparring, he'd take a moment to think it over, eventually nodding in response.*"In that case, try not to die in the war before then. I'll probably be back around here once I finish up with my own business."
Richard
"I'll be fine, always have been." *She pushed herself up off the fence and nodded, picking up her tower shield.* "I should get going, got a long way to go. Mmh. Good luck with whatever you're doing out west, was fun talking to you."
Justin
*He'd stand back upright as the Brayer would get up to get ready to leave.*"Same to you. You'll still look the same when you come back around here right?"*He'd tease, referencing their earlier conversation about Macenization.*
Richard
*She grumbled.* "Mmff. Put me out of my misery if i look different, by all means." *She slung her shield over her back and nodded to him.* "Be seeing you." *She said before turning to trot along.*
Justin
"Wouldn't be a spar anymore in that case."*He'd say with a chuckle to himself before turning away. Terrel was sure there were pretty simple ways to fix that though, but the Brayer will do whatever she wanted by the end of the day.*"See ya."*With that he'd walk off, continuing his trip West across Kadrush.*