Paul
*He would look at him skeptically for a while at the mention of vital affairs, just cryptic enough to make it sound more serious than it most likely was. It seemed he was an adventurer as well, though a traveling Fortune Teller sounded new unless it was a scam maybe. Being told he was in for a new beginning, Terrel would wonder if the whole point of fortune tellers were just tell him what he already knows. Yes, he was an adventurer, yes he'd assume he would be in for a new beginning, albeit years ago at this point. He'd shake off the thoughts.*"If adventuring is how I'm supposed to escape that, then I feel you should check your cards again."*The Elf would say more dismissively at the thought. He's been doing such for ages now, but if the cards say he's no closer to it, they only seem to contradict one another.*
Douglas
"Oh, I didn't say that." *Castelle would answer the man with a rather calm chuckle.* "If adventuring was how you were supposed to escape that, you would have escaped long ago." *He would add while shuffling and then drawing yet another card. Maybe they would be able to give a more accurate answer. Apparently, the card drawn is the Hierophant facing up. Castelle then shows him the card and speaks* "You are having a phase of rebellion. This card is ruled by the constellation associated with love, so it must be because of something you love." *He then draws another card, which is the Chariot.* "Oh, the card I have defined you with has graced us with its presence, the Chariot." *He would say as he shows him. This time, he decides to be a little more blunt so he goes* "You have opposing forces inside you, and if you do not learn to accept it I doubt you will ever find success in escaping this formidable enemy of yours. You must maintain focus, confidence, and determination through a process that will be full of winding turns and detours. There is no point in adding yourself to your list of enemies you will face, at least that is what the cards say." *He would say, shuffling the cards and putting them in the pocket attached to his belt.*
Paul
*His words seem to finally draw the full attention of the Elf, more so in finding himself surprised in the accuracy of it.*"Impressive. Got it at least half right this time around."*He'd say, his more serious look fading into a slight grin. Maybe even with cards alone, some things were bound to be right about him though he'd rather believe it was just a matter of chance. Either way, it was worth congratulating that much of truth. Though he wasn't quite sure how he'd possibly become his own enemy, well outside his decision making in starting this journey anyways.*"What's your name then ol' master of cards?"*The Elf would ask him jokingly.*
Douglas
*Castelle would bend his knees slightly, giving a just as slight yet dramaraical bow as he answers* "Castelle, is people call me. I have a long way to go with the astral, and a slightly less way to go with the art of restoration." *Which he hopes was enough to give a more accurate description of what he did. His main job was always healing after all, fortune telling was just something he picked up like a hobby. He had a lot of matters when it comes to pleasure after all. He rises up and asks the same question with his own words* "Glad to make your acquaintance, and may you be kind enough to share me with yours?"
Paul
"Terrel Bales."*The Elf would answer back, not so inclined in bowing as the fancy demeanor was never a trait of his albeit unless he saw real reason for it.*"One of the few nonmagical elves you'll find around here."*It felt funny giving himself the title, but with the reputation most Elves had of being mages, he figured it was a more rare thing to see. After all, this man was a healer and, thinking on it, the realization had finally occurred to him. Another healer. Part of Terrel wondered what 'quirk' this one would have as so many healers he's met often had one, most not in the good way. He never really had the best of luck with meeting sane healers in the road.*
Douglas
"That explains a lot. A non-magical elf would be a blasphemo- I mean, it would be quite an unusual sight to see." *He would say while animating some images out of fire. The images seem to be reflect some images relevant to what he is telling.* "For an elf, magic is of the essence of our culture so I can't blame them for thinking that way, but apparently you have a different opinion and I am one of the elves who respects it." *He says, as the fiery image of a spellcasting elf vanishes slowly.* "Who knows, maybe you are not the only one who did something people would see as wrong in order to pursue the matters of heart." *He would continue playfully.*
Paul
"If anyone asks, I'm simply a pig."*The Elf would say in an almost sincere tone if not for his history of sarcasm. He'd tap at the side of his hog mask, almost in added evidence of it.*"Ironically it's much easier to explain than an Elf that refuses to use magic."*Of course there was more to the story than that, however Terrel preferred simplifying things whenever it was more convenient. He'd watch the images as Castelle would create them from the fire with a slight look of interest. The wonderment of magic had never truly left him, though over the years they shown to create more harm than good whenever he was around. He had come to prefer something more dependable, at least in combat. With the flames vanishing, Terrel would finally shift his focus back to the Lathian.*"I've come to love swordsmanship more, hopefully something to master in time, eh?
Edward
"I am sure you can master it in no time, if you haven't mastered already." Castelle would answer. He could certainly say he was passionate about being a sword wielder. More importantly, he didn't care about the social norms either. He only became a healer in his pursuit of immortality, not because people approved his decision. It was his decision to take, and so he did. Maybe that is why he failed to see anything wrong with the concept of a sword wielding elf. "I only became a healer because it was what I wanted, not because people would approve it. If they don't I think it would be their own problem, is it not?" He would ask with some form of concern. "See, everyone has their little secrets somewhere." He would continue, reaching his hand a little closer to the sunlight but ends up pulling it back. "You know, the usual stuff."
Paul
*Terrel's gaze would narrow slightly, not out of suspicion but in thought as he'd watch the man draw his hand away from the light. He supposed the need for an umbrella made just as much sense now. A vampire he was. So that's what the 'quirk' was? Terrel decided to shrug it off, he had seen his fair share of them in his time. Most times, not really drawing out any personal opinion on them.*"Yeah... The usual..."*He'd say in thought.*"Elves seem to have a knack of making things their problems. You know, what with the standards and all. Needless to say, not liked by many."*He'd speak all so casually on it, gesturing off to the city around them. It was practically the main land for them after all. At least this one knows to do things out out of his own preference. Perhaps he'll master the art of healing as well.*
Edward
*Castelle smirks at what the man has been saying.* "That is the boring part of this place, I guess. That is why I aim to master my magic through experience." *He would say.* "Pleasure trips in the world are the best. In here, there is not so many opportunities to take leisurely sips and I am practically starving myself here." *Castelle would add, certainly not content with the boring life around here. Sure, luxury and stuff was something to behold but he was not a standard elf anymore. He was something... Immortal. And he knew he had to remove those weaknesses some way or another.* "I will reach the pinnacle of magic and here is not the place I will get to that level, apparently."
Paul
"Then why hang around here?"*He question.*"Bound to have a lot more fun roaming the forests for all it matters. Sip all you want out there, no one to stop you."*The Elf would tug on his horse's lead, catching his steed's attention as he'd trot back closer to him upon wandering a bit at the extension of the lead.*"Besides, you never know who you'll meet out there. Trust me, you meet some very strange people on travels."*The Elf wished he was lying, but none of the stuff he's seen in the Capitol would come close to the amount of crazy outside it.*
Edward
"You are right." *He would say, but he was also wrong in a way.* "A sip without a trill will not do much for me, I am afraid." *He would also add. It was indeed not ideal to drink when there is no thrill of it, for hot blood had way more appeal than the cold one. Such was the taste of blood, to him.* "I will quote you on that, and I hope we meet again." *He would say, before turning his back and heading to the forest.* "I will take your advice and take a stroll." *He continues, with a pleasant smile on his face.*
Paul
"Plenty of thrill in hunting I've heard."*The Elf would say after him as the man would walk off towards the forest.*"Wish you luck."*Eventually he'd give a light wave, soon turning away as he'd tug on his horse's lead to make his way further into town. A fortune he was given, whether he believed it or not, it was at least something to hold onto. An enemy of himself? Foreboding almost, like a warning of sorts or was it perhaps foreshadowing? Nevertheless, the Elf could look back at it at some point perhaps when the two were destined to meet again.*