Jason
At the bright sunny day that shines the entire city of New Salvainia, so much people can be seen walking around the streets, as if the Kingdom of Salvainia is having their peaceful, bright day. Some people were stopping by on the wet markets on the side road to buy their kitchen supplies, and a horse carriage can also be seen using the roadway while carrying the group of 2 passengers. It can be thinkable as the 'medieval taxi'. 

And then there comes this young man, wearing glasses and a set of regular clothes. He was found walking towards the streets of New Salvainia after he passed the security. It was at the first time he went to the capital, while gazing upon his crowded surroundings. He felt a bit nervous sometimes, but it is pretty normal for this young swordsman. There was at this moment his hips has this one sword that was said to become the family heirloom, and is currently sheathed to hide its special features. This also confirms that if the sword was on his left side of his hips, the wielder is a righthanded.

*Now where can I find some place to stay...? I mean this place is kinda huge...*
Edna
A rumbling brawl was heard as Yzack approached a nearby tavern, one enclosed and to the corner with boarded up windows and a ransacked looking exterior. Furthermore as he closed in the foul aura of endless booze, pipes and other such 'luxuries' would engulf his senses, all the whilst the echoes of yelling and laughing grew ever so louder. The particular district that he was in was in juxtaposition to the greyed out tavern, contrasting itself from an upbeat, regular fast paced market. This however only sered to either terrify people or draw them in, as it was clear that only a very selective type of individual prowled around these parts at night.

A final roaring hoorah was heard from the bar as a man in tattered robes bursted outside the doors, being flung out apparently out of fear as several figures followed him outside. Picking up after himself and tripping along the way he held his hat on his head with both arms as he suddenly ran past Yzarck, rudely bumping into him in the process. As the swinging of the rocky entrance stopped. Peering up a tall figure cladded in ravenous full plate armor was seen holding a cup of ale in one hand, and a past out individual by the head in the other. Hynes had engaged the man in her left side in a head lock, after being forced to throw him out. From his distance her figure was shadowed and her face couldn't be distinguished, but as the warrior stepped towards him her aura came into view.

Right before the man layed a deep silver eyed glare which encapsulated him, all the whilst as a pale frail faced brunette came into view. The lady without warning suddenly dropped the man from her side, and specs of dusts picked up as he groaned around the corner. Her gaze, it seemed intense, as if a fire had been dancing in her eyes. Her face was as equally enclosing, as a woman of this caliber was hard to come by even on a good day. Suddenly-

**Hiccup**

Beer, Drunk. It was apparent with a stench of liquor, and with bright red cheeks.
Jason
By the time he was 'acidentally' pushed by the tall man, Yzack flinched and gets back up while he was about to complain, but he was rather seeing the guy as obnoxious due to his ale drinking habits. But still, Yzack has no reason to draw his sword here in town, otherwise that will cause more trouble since he passed the security.

*Damn, what a load of drunkers...*
Edna
Protracting out her hand her right gauntlet was sat on his shoulder, her head pivoting up and down as she burped lightly. Despite her demeanor and appearance she wasn't acting very lady like for sure. From the corner of her eye she had caught this man, and in her intoxicated state gave a brief overview of the situation. There were three people before, her and two others. One of them had fled before she had the chance to catch onto him, however. Having no way to properly distinguish she had mistaken him for the man that she was originally chasing. In this instant she then wrapped her arm over his neck and reeled him in like a fishing line, himself caught in a head lock as he poked around behind her. Letting out another flabbergasted yawn she scratched her roughed her with her other arm before exclaiming.

'Man, why did you have to leave a woman standing there. You gave me the trouble of having to kick your ass out and you didn't even give me the courtesy of collecting your coin? You know, I'm begging to think you don't even like me, hell you may not even like women for all I know!

Letting out an exaggerated laugh her head peeled down as she took another swig from her mug, which in reality had been empty for quite a while. Still, she reacted as if she had taken a mouthful, and let go of the cup following the sound of it bouncing on the pavement.
Jason
Upon hearing the statement, Yzack seems to be a bit confused about the thing about disliking women. But hey, he was not that kind of men at all! He says, 

"Wait a minute. So you're a beggar? I'm sorry, miss. I honestly don't know about that. Fortunately, I can give some to you, but... I'm thinking of somewhere that I can make a stay. Could you show me around town?" Yzack politely asked.
Edna
'Wait a minute. So you're a beggar? I'm sorry, miss. I honestly don't know about that. Fortunately, I can give some to you, but... I'm thinking of somewhere that I can make a stay. Could you show me around town?" Yzack politely asked.'

In her half conscious state Hynes could still comprehend what he was saying. However something was off, about him. As she held him locked she noticed that she felt skin and not fur. The voice was completely of a different tone as well, barring a striking difference between the man she had been acquainted to before, or at least envisioned in her mind. Loosening her grip she let him go, before standing him up straight before herself. With her head pivoting from side to side she examined him, and squinted at his face as she held her arms to her side. She then gasped and grew a delighted smile before crying,

'Hold on a minute, you're not him. He was a cat fellow, I think. How could I have mistaken a young boy such as yourself as that conniving fiend! Wait, you could be working with him, perhaps you were sent to distract me. And what's that talk about beggars? Sorry we aren't running a charity organisation and nor are we a tourist destination.'
Jason
"Ah I see... So you're looking for this cat person? I've just recently arrived in this town and this is what I get? I've been bombarded with such statement of yours towards a Macen like me. I said I'm looking for a place to stay, miss. So you'd better help me out or I'll find someone else." Yzack says with a disappointed tone, but still remains polite.

And with that, Yzack was about to walk away from Hynes, one step towards another. He was still seen wearing a sword onto his left hips while moving towards the other side of the market.
Edna
Hynes raised her eyebrow as he seemed seemingly discontent with her, of course with her state she as completely oblivious as to the root reason why, but it could also be considered foolish of him to not take into consideration her state had he responded so seriously. Hynes original thought was to let him go, as she was just as confused as he was nevertheless, but glancing over a metallic shine caught her eye. With him turned around a piece of his blade shun through the canvas of his scabbard. Holding her chin she then let out, raising her hand to call for him. In a dizzy tone she spoke out.

'WAIT! Hold on a second, let me help you out then. I, um, apologies for my, transgressions *Whatever those may be*. In return, let me help you out my friend. Oh right, I'm Hynes', Hynes Blücher.'
Jason
Yzack stopped for the moment his movement was halted by Hynes' voice. He turned back towards the lady as he walked close to Hynes. Well, by the time he was summoned back to her location, it seems that his black sword sheathed onto his hips, were eventually caught Hynes' attention after all. So he replied with a warm smile while his left hand holding the pommel of the sheathed sword, which is located onto his left hips.

He shooked his head whilst saying, "No worries, miss. I am a novice swordsman under my father. My name is Yzack Stotram, son of Anthony Stotram, from Saronia. It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms Hynes." Yzack introduced himself with a right fist placed onto his left side of his chest, symbolic to his own way of mannership and family traditions.