Emma
"Onwards to a new horizon! May luck be on my side for this trip and bless me with a river of good ol' coins"

Those were the last words he'd spoken in his house. Not even his sisters were sure whether Fayrus was talking to them or just theatrically annunciating that he was leaving to work. Both cases were equally likely so they just waved back at their brother, wishing him a safe journey.

The traveling was going to be similar to the other times he left the city: purely decided by randomness and by Fayrus's inner sense of business. Precisely, there was no real finish line for the adventure the wizard chose to experience.
Planning was hard and selling was always more efficient when done naturally, or at least so he thought.

Well, at least the merchant would've lasted long enough to survive and tell the tale. Being so used to improvising and to carrying around heavy objects made him kind of skilled in the art of "Not dying in some unknown part of the world".
Despite that, he knew the Imperia Fields pretty well, he had crossed it plenty of times already so he felt safe enough to even continue walking during the nightfall.
Some other time passed and while his confidence would never falter, his legs would've cried out for help if they could.
Even just standing up with that big of a backpack would've been exhausting for the average man. It was a backpack designed for merchants: bigger than the wizard's back, it was towering over his head while also being almost twice as large as his shoulders.

Fayrus was trained phisically enough to carry it but part of the reason why he could move so easily was because of a potion he drank, that would make him able to carry more stuff than usual.
While the tireness was kicking in, he managed to spot a light in the dark, probably made by someone's fire.
The wizard simply started to move towards it without questioning it for a second. It was unlikely someone would use a fire to lure poor souls and rob them there, but even if that was the case Fayrus felt sure about his abilities to defend himself.

Once the man reached the actual fire, he began to relax even more. A glimpse was enough to profile the fire's owner. A fine sword, probably made by some promising blacksmith. Armor and clothes of a quality he'd seen sold by respectable collegues. 

"Ah, my lord, I hope you wouldn't mind a humble merchant to join thee in this late hour to have some rest at the warm hug of a firepit."

A smile as bright as a star appeared on Fayrus's face as he got closer to the fire.
The light slowly gave the swordsman something more than a silhouette of the figure that was approaching him.
A long blue robe with some golden details on the edges made by tailors that would dress a duke, simple light brown pants of a honest working man and some black boots that would survive the strongest of storms. And finally the face of a fair man, with the particular circle of 'drawn' black diamonds around his right eye, a detail people would never fail to notice.
Stacey
"𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖌𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖎𝖙 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖞."

His father loved him, Noctis was one of the few demigods who knew for certain that their godly parent deeply loved him and his mortal parent. When he'd been lying there in the cold, Masculo had formed a visage of himself to keep Noctis warm and when he awoke, he felt rested and loose. He survived those mountains. They wanted him, but his bones still moved, still ached- even if sometimes they could still feel that cold. 

- - - - ♦ 

As the merchant arrived, Noctis didn't even look up. He'd heard the man coming from some ways away of course, Noctis wasn't an easy many to sneak up on. Years of living double lives and sleeping behind enemy lines, where one false move would kill you, years of being on the battlefield, sleeping in trenches and amongst the dead of soldiers beloved- and you developed a sense. A sense beyond the five, beyond even the sixth- and when your gifts were perfectly tailored to honing that further, you did it. You did it so you could have even a semblance of a good nights sleep again. 

The first thing Fayrus would notice above all things- the dark clad stranger was *Beautiful*. As if his face had been carved from the finest marble, imbued by a master artist with the rights touches of color to make his skin seem both flawless and alive, with locks of silky raven hair that curled at the edges and silver eyes that sat beneath long dark lashes. Everything about him was fine, handsome and beautiful, feminine yet masculine too, with a slender and straight nose and a strong jaw. After stirring the fire, he'd look up and smile. It was a warm and inviting smile, and he had perfectly white teeth with no flaw. 

"Please, come warm yourself. A merchant you say? Just so happens ive run into a spot of coin recently, what do you sell? Tea?" His voice was like music, it was alluring and relaxing like siren song- yet a slight rasp kept it from being totall

Y captivating. He poured hot lavender tea (something he'd purchased after a visit with a certain nearby witch), and passed the mug over to Fayrus. 

"Too cold of a night to be sitting alone anyways." He said kindly. Already he wondered what exactly would come of this "Chance" Meeting. Whatever it was, he'd use it to his own will- he needed to in order to survive this world that surely did not want him anymore.
Emma
Fayrus couldn't believe his eyes. Few were the times he was captured by such a beauty, one that would fit a page of a story of legends. Perhaps a bit too beautiful. Something was off, he could feel it. The temptation to summon Raefel and check what magic could be behind it was high, though he would not do so. 
No honorable man like himself would ever deny the kindness of another nor put the nose in the other's affairs.

"No, my lord, the only plants I own are for alchemy purposes. I'm a seller of knowledge, magic and potions. If thee are interested in such I'd be more than honored to present my wares."

A coin values always the same, no matter who owns it. A cold way of seeing things perhaps, though his thirst was not for wealth itself rather for the wellbeing of his family.
The wizard, despite not losing his suspects, would then accept the mug after he had done a thankful bow and he had dropped his backpack off his shoulders, on the ground.

"Yours are wise words my lord. It is in nights like these that the past wrongdoings come chasing after ourselves.. Or so I read."

The merchant then sipped a bit of the tea, burning the tip of his tongue without overacting to make sure the swordsman wouldn't notice.

"But where are my manners! My apologies for not introducing me sooner my lord, the name is Fayrus Jalewil, I'm a traveling merchant who's just departing from Capitol."

And then he'd sit on the ground next to his backpack yet close enough to both the fire and the dark haired man.