Pricilla
*Her expression looked doubtful as he was justifying using a bow, but didn't perticuarly care to offer insight on using a spear. She untucked the hand from her belt and thumbed at the sid3 of her nose, bobbing her head at the introduction.* "Sivne Väinöntytär, daufhter of Väinö." *She mimicked his introduction with a grin.* "Need help skinming that?" *She offered as she trotted over it to inspect the boar.*
Robert
"You have a powerful name, young madam. Long names are reserved for great warriors in my home, so they carry great meaning."
*The centaur seemed to physically swell in respect, his soft eyes sparkling in the summer light. From the belt along his horse body he unsheathed a curved dagger, runes engraved along its blade. He offered it to her as she approached, smiling and nodding in assent.*
"By all means. I claim not to be a master hunter, as that display would suggest..."
Pricilla
*She let out quite a loud huff from her nose as she assessed the boar. She set her gear down and pulled out her own skinning knife. She scooped the boar up and hauled it over her shoulder.* "Where is your camp?" *She asked as she looked around for any smoke.*
Robert
*For a moment he kept silent, his gaze turning to their south. Eyes darting between the horizon and the sun, he mouthed something soundlessly, his expression gripped in concentration. Soon he returned her attention to the Brayer, nodding and pointing across the treeline, putting away his dagger as he reared back slightly instinctively.*
"About a half-mile from here southward. I hunt a little farther than most for the time investment, since the travel isn't as troublesome."
Pricilla
"Mmh. Not too far then." *She grabbed her gear and slung it over her back as she began trotting off to the south.* "Fancy sword you've got there." *She remarked, looking over at it.* "Don't see them back home."
Robert
"A gift from my master. It was the weapon I trained with, incidentally. She insisted on using these Eastern blades, instead of any made here. I assumed from a sense of nostalgia..."
*Circine mused as he drew the nodachi once more, holding it handle-to-tip between his hands and inspecting it briefly. The one thing he had managed to master was weapon maintenance, the blade as sharp as the day he found it. He gestured the handle to Sivne, if she wished to take a closer look.*
Pricilla
*She glanced over at the blade.* "Mmhm. Looks sharp." *She let out a few soft grunts as she stepped over some rough ground.* "Where are you from then? Some local?" *She adjusted how the boar sat on her shoulder so it didn't slide off of her.*
Robert
"No, not local. From Tiai, far south of here. My tribe has a long-standing tradition of their young people setting off on their own for years at a time, returning only when learned."
*He kept his explanation brief, not wanting to bore his new acquaintance - Circine had noticed his tendency to talk excessively only recently.*
"What of you, madam? Are you of Salvainian soil?"
Pricilla
*She shook her head.* "No, i'm from the federation. I'm out here looking for work. Ran out of friends back home." *She continued to trundle along.* "Been here a while then?"