George
Mina Aenerion
Terresol Markets

This morning had given Mira a series of errands to run. Crossing throughout the land required many items, naturally. She planned on carrying out the trip alone. Seclusion made for easy passage and manoeuvrability, and she wasn't the sorts to keep company. Except for the occasional drifter that may wish for night time company.

The markets were bristling with activity. The rustle of carts moving, meat being cut with thick cleavers, an iron being struck with a hammer, Mina could only deal with the brusk for so long. Standing in front of a fruit stall, she rolled an apple between her fingers, turning it over to scan for any bruising. 

Red apples to be exact. Green skins were too bitter, and Mina grew a sweet tooth when the money began to roll in. Whilst her concentration seemed to fixed on the various pickings in front of her, she was always acutely aware of her surroundings. Maybe an individual standing too close to brush her elbows, or a child that was at knee height and able to easily pick from her pocket. 

Throwing the apple into the air and catching it within her palm, she gathered a few and dropped them one by one into a side satchel, her hand already digging into her pockets and holding out a few silver coins between her tips in the merchants direction. Dropping them into his palm as he thanked her.
Lisa
Eravan Nightwing
Terresol Markets

Eravan was looking for any means of earning coin. He has been living of table scraps for a few days, sleeping wherever he could. He wandered into the Markets with one goal in mind: find some work and earn some gold. He heard rumors of an informant in the area. Perhaps he or she can lead Eravan to some coin. Being as large as he was, he was easily picked out in the crowd. He kept stopping and asking around for any signs of this "Informant", most unwilling to respond.
George
Mina Aenerion
Terresol Markets

As she turned to face the market, her gaze quickly caught onto a passerby who seemed to be heading in her direction. Cocking up a slender eyebrow, she recognised the face of the tavern owners son, meaning that something was about to grace her attention. As he stood up tall and foremost in front of the towering women, the corners of her mouth upturned into a small smile to great him.

'Morning Tom. What news do you have for me?' Her voice was sultry, but low and kind.

The boy bounced off of his feet with energy, clearly flustered although Mina remained calm as ever. He glanced sideways to a big, bulky meat of a man. And Mina followed his gaze to watch the clearly lost individual tap on the shoulders of the townsfolk.

'The bloke seems to be askin for ye miss' He spoke with a common tongue thick with the Terresol accent, much like her own as a child. But business means appearing professional, and of course, intelligent. She concisely nodded once as her eyes remained on the man. Lifting up a hand to ruffle the boys brown locks playfully as she turned on her heel and headed straight for the individual. 

A hand moved behind her coat, to gently hold on the hilt of an iron blade that was tucked tightly in the back of her belt. As a precaution. Steadying her breathing, she would be on edge for anything.

Princess Evelyn Welles
Terresolian Marketplace

Ladies didn't go to markets, Princesses didn't even think of them. Evelyn had plenty of servants who did things like shopped for food, and even bought her perfume. After months of near isolation in her home, named Meros, the Princess began to disregard protocol. 

It was supposed to be short ride on the property, which wasn't abnormal for the nature-loving Welles family. It was a family trait, even The Duke himself still had a love of sea spray and climbing. Although, sadly he hadn't seen much of either since his children were born. Evelyn's brother Brandon loved the sea, Evelyn loved the earth. Frequent trips outdoors were just a part of the daily life of any Welles guard. 

Evelyn had explored every stone in Meros though, and without Brandon there to bicker with her Father things were a little too quiet for her. She was warned that the market was dangerous, that it was possible for the guards to lose sight of her, and if that happened there was no telling what could happen. She took the risk anyway, and she was glad she did. There was a million things to look at. Red apples, baskets, roasted meat, and so much noise she felt like she'd never be able to her herself think again and she liked it.

Not surprisingly, there wasn't one familiar face for most of the market. She was a little defeated by that at first until she saw a woman that Bran had entertained at home once. The woman's name escaped her, but she could never forget her face. She watched as she spoke with the boy, and she could only assume that he was a neighbor that she was kind to. That was enough for her to go over to say hello. 

Her hand moving behind her coat did little to alarm Evelyn, but her guard reached out to grab the back of her dress as she approached Mina, all smiles. "I think you know my brother!" She said to the woman before she was pulled back. She turned, confused to the guard who looked at Mina with a raised eyebrow. Evelyn looked back to Mina, "Brandon... You probably call him Bran."
Lisa
Eravan Nightwing
Terresol Marketplace

Eravan would notice the guard pull back the woman. He didn't recognize either the guard or the woman, so Eravan assumed that the guard was harrassing the woman. He grasped his longsword on his back, and began walking up to them. Him being a bear of a man, he easily walked through the crowd, quickly making it to them. He towered over everyone, even the guard, being easily 7 foot tall. His emerald green eyes were like a large cat's; enchanting but deadly, always watching for an opportunity to strike.
"I beg your pardon, but is there a problem?"
George
Mina Aenerion
Terresol Markets

As a figure entered Mina's boundary, and a soft womanly voice cut through the crowd, her head snapped in the direction of Evelyn. Her eyes took a moment to find recognition of the face, her brows knotting with a slight confusion before she stopped in her step, and her mouth opened to reply before the princess was yanked back. 

As she was, Mina's eyes shifted to the guard, meeting his gaze before she finally retreated her hand from her waist to fold her arms across her chest in a casual demeanour. A cheeky grin spread across her face as the corners as her cheekbones raised from the sheer act. Tilting her head like a cat contemplating the praying over of a mouse, she spoke.

'Princess Evelyn... You've grown since I last saw you.' A quick glance over the princesses body from head to toe and back up again to meet her soft eyes.

'Still small however.' she said playfully. 'I'm surprised you remember me. A keen memory you have there... And yes, Bran... Where is the adventurer?' 
She asked with a genuine curiosity. Waiting patiently for her answer before the big brute from before stalked up to them. Mina may be cocky, but she wasn't stupid. And whilst the hairs on the her neck rose, she remained calm and prevented the itching urge to touch a defensive weapon.

Taking a single step back away from the group to create some distance, a natural action for safety, she took the opportunity to look over the man as she did the princess. Tall, burly, although not fairly bright- pulling out his weapon and all in a busy place. Ego based maybe? Lack of care for authority? Sees himself as authority? 

All of these thought now ran through her mind, as it always did. Taking notes and deducting. This is what she was good at. Paid for. She didn't answer, deeming the question for the princess rather than her.

Princess Evelyn Welles
Terresolian Marketplace

It was a brief moment, an exchange of glances from the guard and Mina. When the woman removed her hand, Evelyn was released. She laughed when Mina called her small, "I'm not up to date with my training." She teased back then nodded when she said she had a keen memory, "With faces, but my memory fails me when it comes to your name. Forgive me." The question about her brother made her laugh, "Officially, he's on a trading mission in the Southern Isles. Of course, as a friend, you know that means he could be anywhere. This has been a particularly long stretch for him, actually. He hasn't graced our shores in nearly half a year, and he isn't responding to any of my letters. I have no way of knowing if they are actually making their way to him though. If he doesn't return for my birthday, then I'll worry." 

Within the first few minutes of opening her mouth, she was beginning to understand why Princesses didn't go to the marketplace.

She actually screamed a high pitched note when a man came charging, seemingly at her, with a weapon drawn. Of course that only escalated the situation, and her guards were very protective. They drew their weapons as the man did, stepping in front of the Princess like human shields. She didn't have to say a word because the guards spoke for her, "Aye, you swinging your sword. Back away." One said sharply, sword also at the ready.
Lisa
Eravan Nightwing
Terresol Marketplace

Eravan was surprised of this reaction, and was slightly taken aback by this guard's seemingly sudden change in attitude. He shook his head with a small smile on his face.

"Ah, it would appear I was mistaken."

Eravan sheathes his sword, crossing is arm across his chest in a salute directed towards the young lady who screamed.

"I do beg your pardon, madam. I meant not to scare you. I simply believed this man here was harrassing you."

Eravan's voice was exotic, obviously forgein, yet it was unlike any accent that most people had heard of, being its own unique one to his tribe. His tattoos were mostly hidden by his scale armor, but some of them peeked out from under it on his neck.
George
Mina Aenerion
Terresol Markets

Mina's grin seemed to widen ever so slightly at the event that unfolded. Shaking her head slowly from side to side with a small chuckle like a mother in a stressful but humorous situation. Looking between them all, she thought for a slight second whether to just simply walk away to avoid any confrontation that may arise. 

But before she could make up her mind, the man sheathed his weapon and apologised. His accent instantly peaking her interest. It was thick... Strong and well mannered.

'It appears as though our foreign friend is simply unaccustomed to meeting guarded princesses in a very local market. And don't worry Evelyn, the burliest of men are normally the most softest.' 

Passing a little wink in her direction to ease the tension that was created. She wanted the soldiers to ease up for feat of the man leaving... And Mina was only just beginning to dig. That was until she remembered Evelyns comment, causing Mina to regard the princess with a new intensity that was one of a slight worry, but mostly nosiness.

'...Do you need my services princess?' Her tone was serious. And her face seemed to harden into stone.

Princess Evelyn Welles, Mina Aenerion, Eravan Nightwing
Terresolian Marketplace

Evelyn's heart was racing, but she relaxed a little when it all seemed to be a misunderstanding. The man's accent cleared a lot of things up, and she understood how to speak to a foreigner. She gently tapped the arm of her guard, but shaking them was going to be an impossibility for the duration of the conversation. 

Mina's comment made her nod, that much she knew of men. "Indeed," She said taking a glance over to the man with a nice enough smile. "Thank you for being brave enough to raise your sword for me," She said politely before Mina got her attention again. Her question caught her a little off guard, considering what profession most female friends of her brother held. She tilted her head to the side, "I don't believe so." She couldn't help the little laugh that she tried to stifle.
Lisa
Eravan Nightwing
Terresol Marketplace

Eravan would nod to Evelyn, as he eyeballed the guard, seeming to size him up. He would nod to Mina as well.

"Perhaps you two can help me? I am looking for someone who can provide me with a job? I am a former bodyguard and bounty hunter looking for any way to earn some coin to pay for my meals."
George
Mina Aenerion
Terreson Markets. 

As the princess seemed to shake off her comment with laugh, Mina somewhat stood there in a slight shock at the reaction after she put on her 'professional business women' attitude. She watched the princess for a couple of seconds too long a little uncomfortably. 

Before finally shifting her gaze to instead view the market. Seeming somewhat now bored of the conversation at the rejection of being able to slide her way in to the chivalries of the royal family. Placing her hands in her pockets, she replied nonchalantly although her gaze seemed enticed by a young women who dropped her basket further within the market, and Mina looked favourably at cherubic face the maiden seemed to hold. 

'Ask the owner of 'The Broken Vial' tavern- his names Jokk. He'll most likely have something.' 

Maybe she should help the girl. Her mind already beginning to think of a pleasant warm night- but she had things to do. And she only wished the princess, or the man were by themselves so that she could entice them into conversation and gouged out their secrets. But it seems the lord wants to make her job a bother. It's not the first time.

Turning to the princess finally, Mina eloquently bowed, grasping the soft palm of the princess that contrasted against Mina's worn calloused skin and lifted it up tenderly to meet her lips. Mina's eyes never left that of the princesses, staring confidently as she gently kissed the royals hand as a token of loyalty. 

'If you should ever become aware of my occupation Evelyn, you know where to find me.' And some pure delight of the innocent princess learning of her current presence with a being who was in some part, wicked made a shiver of delight caress her skin. Standing upright, she now turned to the man.

'If you should frequent the bar, I may see you. Don't be a stranger, everyone loves fresh meat.' *And with a formal nod to the group, she sauntered away in the mass of the market.*

Evelyn Welles, Mina Aenerion, Eravan Nightwing
Terresolian Marketplace

There was something about the way her mood shifted when she giggled that made her stop short. Mina's expression made Evelyn swallow hard then bite down on her bottom lip as she stared at her. Clearly she offended the woman, and when she thought about it she really should have offended her. She hadn't thought that one through. She lowered her gaze from Mina first, breaking the eye contact to look down at the state of her hemline. 

When she looked back up Mina had look away now, was addressing the man, giving him a clear direction to look for a job. She had already embarrassed herself, but she wanted to say something other than an apology. "That's very kind of you to help," She said to Mina after she'd told the man where to look for a job. She looked over to him, "I wish you great success." 

Suddenly, Mina took her hand. It felt rough to the touch, sort of like her maid after she finished braiding her hair. The little bumps a sign of hard work, and Evelyn simply let her take her hand. She wrinkled her brow a bit when she gave her sort of a riddle as to what her profession was. She wanted to inquire further, but now was certainly not the time. Evelyn nodded when she said she knew where to finer her, "We shall speak again soon." She hoped that conveyed that she would find out, and when she did... She'd come discuss it. 

Evelyn nodded her head, the formal way to end the conversation as she also turned to leave the market. 

With a new task, she'd be back soon.
Lisa
Eravan Nightwing
Terresol Marketplace

Eravan would look as the two women went about their ways. He would seem to contemplate whether to follow one or the other, but decided just to head towards the bar. He needed the coin, and any hope of help is definetely needed.

He would bow his head as he walked towards the bar.