Neal
*While Amsu continued to talk away Syele continued to browse through the weapons for the time being primarily focusing on weapons with a bit of variety to their usage like halberds, warhammers, and maces. She'd eventually settle for short warhammer matched with a steel handle then along with a linden wood buckler shield that was fitted with a steel rim outlining. The jackal went about her business as she shifted through the other weapons that was contained on the tables nitpicking through them with a curious eye.* "Some? Well, if you truly consider it a vast majority of people are horrible, the entire world of is made up of sin and wrong. And as well, the suffering I mention is of my own judgement that is quite well deserved. I mean, for the matter of the fact you could be speaking to a murderer and you wouldn't question it for a second thought up until now." *Her words trailed off with a mutter as she went about her shopping without a care. She'd as well lay out a composite bow onto the table along with at least two hundred arrows packed into a quiver.*

"Now Puss, I do have to ask if you intend to follow me around for the rest of the day because frankly I have a many places to be by the end of this." *She'd mutter off as she continued to lay out item after item onto the table before reaching down for a pouch that was wrapped around her inner thigh and started to pour out a hefty amount of coin onto the table and as she paid for it she started to put most of it on like the cuirass armor, a belt for her warhammer, a sling for her bow, and so forth until finally she started to appear like less a beggar and more so a person capable of killing another without a consideration changing by how selective the weapons were at the time.* "And if you do intend to follow me at least preach about something a less bit more interesting than the morals of my own personality, that subject has been burned into my ears for quite sometime if you do consider it as such."
Mary
*Amsu would have just sighed to himself at the end of it. She really just liked to stick to the idea that because bad things happen, everything can and will be bad. Although it was somewhat true to an extent, they practically evaded the point that he was trying to get through... Or in the least wouldn't give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it.*

"No, I've made myself too tired to keep trying to yell past your earwax. If you ever feel like it I could possibly treat it with a nice ear-cleaning tomorrow... It'll cost you, of course~." *Deciding to just end it here and get on his way to a nice nap, Amsu started heading over to the door of the shop. This had been a rather annoying day, but at least he could try and assume that she'd consider everything he said... Most likely not, but he could always dream.*
Neal
*Syele shrugged it off for the time being as Amsu left from the scene, she was kindly prepared now anyways and decided it was finally time to head for her homestead. She'd travel by foot making her way through the rest of Salvainia by foot until finally reaching her homestead and leaving some of the more heavy equipment within one of the rooms. Syele never really understood why she had such a large home, for what company she did have during it's prime simply died off without a lick of a sense and thus leaving the oriate by herself once more like nothing had ever happen to begin with. The rooms had gathered a rather thick pinch of dust while she was away and her animals outside in their field were left to their own care within a fenced off area, she consider that eventually she would have to shear the sheep and collect the wool, but regardless for now she rested in the living room in her chair letting off a quiet sigh in the lifeless room.* "For all it was worth, I suppose I did earn the right to at least some form of peace in the end..." *The oriate muttered under her breath while the silence of the room was filled up once more with not very the sound of her own breathing being that much of a comfort. Awkwardly, she shifted about in her chair until finally settling down in a resting position looking up at the ceiling for a time.*