Karl
*The Draycott market was busy for late afternoon, something Iona noted was as regular around here since most of the towns folks were usually working in the mines but it seemed today was different. Iona usually came in late afternoons with her kill for selling or from finished an odd job to get a few extra coins. The winters always made money more tight since they had to use most to pay for a room and board somewhere in a town. Sure they usually went with the cheapest place but it still ate away at any extra cash they gotten through the spring and summer months while camping out in the forest somewhere. 

Iona would use the bit more of a busy day to her advantage though. Whenever she could she liked using days like this to earn some extra coins maybe by playing. Sure singing helped but she hadn't felt like singing lately, why was even a bit of uncertaint to her.

Getting close to the middle of the market without being in anyone's way, Iona would set down her case for extra coins before pulling out a violin. Iona would get the violin positioned as some would already start to look at her, though a Goliath with an instrument usually drew eyes to her before she'd even start to play. Her instrument matched the her heritage it would seem to most. A violin made of bone and wood, hollowed out and the base wrapped with leather cords. Though it seemed normal enough it also held more of its own secret just like its master did.

Iona took a bit to think if what to play before she'd let her hands move freely to a tune that felt warm and joyous to anyone just listening while passing, though if a person was to stop and start listening there became hits of a story. The hollow notes at times breathing in life of a story that seemed happy on the outside but inside the stories main character struggled with grief and sorrow when alone it felt.*
Elizabeth
"Draycott" Was the name of the town Eurydice had wandered into this time, a place of squalor and disease if the coughing and muttering was any indication of wealth. The streets weren't very busy and the citizens hadn't been particularly friendly toward her since her arrival several hours ago, but it was admittedly a relief to be in civilization. This wasn't her home—it would never be her home—but it was somebody's home. The lack of warmth didn't indicate a complete deficit of embers.

Having finished resting her legs from her long travels, the tall aasimar woman took to the streets. She followed the smell of fresh bread and the distant melody of song, her movements slow as to ensure her own safety. When she arrived in the open area where the music emanated from, she got as close to the performer as she could without seeming off-putting, and sat cross-legged on the ground to soak up the beautiful string music they played. 

Eurydice didn't look too different from the lower class folk here. Apart from her general size and facial features, one could mistake her actions for that of a child's: aimless, confused, and shy. The way she sat in the middle of the dusty street, not afraid of dirtying her already-tattered attire, she was hardly distinguishable. Her faded pink hair was messy, mostly concealing the silver bobbles within, and the beauty of her face was hidden under a layer of dirt and grime she'd spent the last couple weeks picking up on the road. Unnervingly though, this tall stranger had milky orange eyes devoid of pupils or irises. Looking into them was like looking into the hot coals of a dead fire without knowing if they were looking back at you.
Karl
*Iona would keep on playing her song as some would gather around to listen while others seemed to just pass on by. She would notice everyone that was around, a constant look for danger even as it seemed to others looking on that she played with not a care at all with the surroundings she was in. 

The ones who stayed only did but for a bit besides one, someone that didn't seemed to fit in completely and was a bit child like in being so interested in the music. Though Iona played for everyone to enjoy it so it wasn't new to have some that stuck around more for wanting to listen to the full performance. This was sometimes a good pay after or someone simply needed the music for the day to help them through.

Though Iona would stop abruptly which was not normal for her as a horse headed towards the stranger in the middle of the road, the rider seemed to have not a care for stopping or trying to avoid the girl sitting in the middle of the street. Iona would have stopped since she ran over and pulled the stranger out of the way from the rider. The horse would spook and cause a bit of a startle from the actions of the Goliath. The rider would yell at her for startling their horse but Iona wouldn't care are she yelled back at the man for not being careful before cursing them in her native language as they rode off. Iona would be infuriated by the rider but would let it go once she looked down to make sure the stranger she'd pulled away was okay.*