Mark
Luca Dinero 
*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands*
He sat in the booth looking around the Pub, it was so warm in here, he even brought down his hood. And once he did his hair puffed up and out. "Nobody except us knows we exist. The only reason I am out is because I am a witch." He said it so calm to, but he wasn't *Really* A witch just accused of being one. He kept that same stoic look on his face even when his hair puffed up and out. 

"As for how I got here. I have taken a translation job. The person needed someone to translate Silver tongue. I know silver tongue so I took it. I did not anticipate the land to be cursed." He explained while the bowls were given and the ale was served. He looked down at the bowl and picked up the spoon bowing his head and then eating.
Nathaniel
**Aria Griff** 
*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands* 

Aria nearly spat out her soup at his statement, coughing to try and clear out her throat. Of all the phrases, *That* Certainly was not what she expected! After a few more minutes of what seemed to be her trying to throw up a lung, she swallowed heavily and stared at Lucian with wide eyes. "Wait, did ya just say..." Her eyes checked out their area before she whispered,"*A witch?*" Gwynt was also staring at their companion, wide pupils and a look that seemed shocked. If possible, the bird would have most likely dropped his jaw (that is, if he had one). 

Amazed, the hunter almost let out another snort before she decided it was not the best idea. "Well, that is certainly a change. Course, I don't believe in that nonsense. Magic ain't real; it's all in the fables and stories." Aria began to dig back into her food, letting the previous energy die down a tad. "But that, what was it? Ah, Silver tongue. That I really haven't heard of." With slight curiosity, her body leaned even closer to her companion. "What is that, exactly? Sounds mighty exciting." As for the last sentence, she really did snort here and stated "Yeah, that be the Witherlands. Ain't cursed, least I don't think it be, but it is a snowy, icy land. Honestly, probably just unlucky lot who decided," And here she started to adopt a very dramatic accent,"This shall be our land! We shall be the rulers of this majestic place! Bring greatness to our names!" The girl then fell into giggles and shook her head. "Yeah, very great. Eternal cold and wet socks ta the people."
Mark
**Luca Dinero** 
*The Thick Yeti, Grand Stead, Witherlands* 

Luca was mid sip of his soup when Aria spit out her soup. He swallowed, eyes wide and looked to the soup and literally said, "That's unfortunate...", he sounded almost disappointed in a way. *'Poor soup.' he thought listening to Aria. "Well yes, a witch. My brother and I were thrown out to sea and survived. Then we rowed from our island to the main island." He said it was if it wasn't a big. No biggie, not like we were on a boat for almost four weeks exposed to the sun most of the day. "My brother is a witch as well." He took another spoonful of soup and scooped it into his mouth. 

*'Magic is not real?'* He thought to himself internally. If that were the case, why is this land cursed, and why are his eyes the color of the ocean? Why is his hair rippling like the sea and the color of a new deer? Those were the questions someone from Luca's tribe would've asked if told that statement. He looked up from his soup back at Aria. "Silver tongue is a language. People in the Southern Isles speak it mostly. I do not believe it is widely known throughout the land though." He grabbed a glass of water and took a sip of it, he had never drank ale before, though his brother has before. It looked like he was under a spell that Luca did not want an parts of. His expression changed from the calm and stoic, to almost a confused fox. His head tilted and eyebrows furrowed, "So this land is not cursed?" He looked out the window into the wintry torture, "Who would willingly live in such conditions? I do believe this is a punishment of a form, yes?" He looked to Aria again still needed answers. This place was all too strange for his liking. It had to be some form of cursed or a witch's spell on it. Had to be nobody would live here *Willingly*.