Charles
"I don't like luck. And I *Really* Don't like losing. You and I both know results are created by training. Well, when it comes to things like competition anyway. In other things, it might just be lucky in meeting the right person. Like you."

"I think I would prefer the painting. We've done enough work for a while now. Work should be easy for us to find; we're pretty good at what we do. Hey... Do you think we should just stay in Runra? I mean, it's not like we have anything over there."

*Ling began to think about life in Runra. How different would it be? The people there, the culture, the food. Did she fit in? Machi most likely did; she's been there a lot longer. Ling traveled over when she was 16; and fighting for her life since then, until now. She wasn't entirely sure if she knew all about the customs; not that it mattered, she didn't obey customs.*

"And I like the artistry in Runra better."
Robert
"Luck is a fickle thing, and from what I hear, most gambling dens are rigged, in that while they might lose some money here and there, they still win, in the end. And, well, we certainly were lucky to meet when we did, I can agree with that."

"I think, then, that the painting will be fine. I suppose we have been doing pretty good lately. As for staying? Well, Runra should be familiar enough to home for me, I suppose I wouldn't mind it too much to stay awhile, perhaps forever really. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad overall..."

*She thought about it, rubbing her chin a little. Decisions, decisions... She didn't recall ever visiting Runra in her past, but somethings blurred away while traveling for a hundred years. The foods and culture would likely be a good reminder of her youth in Keguntan though. And that... Couldn't hurt could it? She wondered if it was possible she might feel a little homesick, and she thumbed the hilt of her father's sword, instinctively.*

"I suppose it is a rather pretty land. With beautiful artistry, architecture, and everything else of course. I even hear they can build a castle entirely of wood, without a single nail."
Charles
"Ah, rigged. Of course."

"If it's familiar in the slightest, we'll do fine for sure. Nothing on my part, hah. There's only one bad thing in Runra for me; and I can deal with it easily."

*The macen finished the stone-like biscuit, feeling a little thirsty afterwards.*

"A castle entirely of wood, with no nails? That sounds like a way for it to burn down. And how do the beams stay connected? Even the rickety shack back home used some nails."
Robert
"What better way to make a profit, if one has no qualms with cheating, I suppose is their way of it all."

*She shrugged a little, and nodded as she nodded, with a small laugh as she mentioned the only bad thing of Runra, that she could handle. She shook her head a little, as she reached for a waterskin, passing it to Ling.*

"I have no clue how it works either, maybe its a myth, but, its an interesting thought process for it really. Maybe, its a... Thing about the way they work the wood or something, I don't know."

*She said with a small shrug.*