Kevin
Evette continued to watch Dragovin as he slowly answered her question. They hadn't spoken too much about what their life was like prior to escaping the war zone. She knew he did odd jobs for money; things like finding people and hunting monsters. She had told him about the bakery and the fact that she lived in the forest before hand but nothing terribly in detail. Her impression of him during their travels was that he would go through periods of brooding which would be interrupted with bright bursts of energy and vigor if they were ever in a spot of trouble. After the fighting stopped he seemed to sink right back into the quiet parts of himself. 

"Me? I'm doing great! We did just save a family after all." Evette said, favouring him with a smile. That was the issue that sparked her interest in the first place. It appeared to her that they had just saved a family despite the townspeople's worries that the parents were already dead. The couple seemed sick and a bit shaken up but it wasn't like they were dead. They could still be with their young. Evette was confused as to why he didn't seemed satisfied with the outcome. Saving people, from what she could tell, was one of the jobs that he enjoyed or atleast got some measure of fulfilment out of. He was such a different person from the townspeople she had lived with. It was hard for her to understand his thoughts and feelings. She wondered if all of his Oni people were like this or if he left because he was so different. 

Evette laughed lightly, while walking over to stand at his side. "It's okay to smile once in a while." She moved to give his shoulder a light squeeze. "We did save them, you know?" He knew a lot more about this Aventurr than her and if they condoned what happened back there she was of the opinion that they were not a god worth worshipping. If these cultists were all like that it was good of Dragovin and her to have made Aventurr's herd a little bit smaller.
Lester
*Dragovin smiled a little at Evette's kindness. She was right, after all. That turned out better than he could have hoped, better than it usually did when it came to the cultists. It was just easy for the Oni to begin to dwell on his mistakes and shortcomings; they seemed to define his major life choices. Still, the two had managed to save lives today, so they must be in the right direction.*

"Thank you." *Dragovin put a hand over hers with a nod. He wanted to say something positive or encouraging to her, but wasn't sure what motivated her. Could he blame Evette? He hardly knew what he was doing either.* "You think the bakery's open by now?" *He did remember one of her goals/interests: bread.*
Kevin
Evette was happy to see Dragovin lighten up, if only a little bit. "That's the spirit! Hopefully, they'll have some pastries as well!" She clasped her hands excitedly as they resumed their walk towards the town. After a morning of heroics they definitely deserved a treat. As they continued on their journey, Evette did her best to keep a five foot distance minimum between her and Odin. It was also becoming harder for her to ignore the burned skin along her side as she could feel the skin growing more irritated and itchy. She decided she would take the time to heal it once they got to the town. Rather than avoiding using magic she figured it would be better to just deal with the inconvenience. 

The way back wasn't as exhilarating as their frantic rush out to the forest. There was only a courier and a trio of merchants traveling along the road as well. The sun was shining down brightly and there didn't appear to be a cloud anywhere in sight. A lovely calm day, despite the morning shenanigans. Evette hoped the weather would stay this way for most of their journey. It would be nice to not get drenched in rain and sleep in the mud. 

Soon Evette and Dragovin arrived at the original gate to the city that they had exited through. Evette ignored the guards posted at the open entrance of the gate and turned to Dragovin. "So market or bakery first?" 

`(I had us arrive at the gates if that is okie dokie) `
Lester
*The Oni tried to cheer up for Evette as they continued forward, trying to think of something besides the past. He looked to Odin, who was happily trotting alongside him and Mabry. Dragovin had learned that at least some Elves were able to speak to animals, though had never asked about it. He wondered if animals had thoughts, opinions, ideas. As the greyhound lightly bounced down the road with them, he wondered if a life like that might be nice. Winter was drawing near, though, and it would make his animals lean if he wasn't careful.*

*After nodding to each guard, Dragovin patted his pouch, fat with coin, in response to Evette.* "I think going by the bakery first would be a fine idea. We can sell these chalices later." *A question of who they originally belonged to ran past his mind, but he did the best to ignore it. The answer was probably grisly and nothing he could really act on. Instead, he'd focus on the fortune he had found and was able to deliver today. He wondered slightly if there was anything he needed to buy, but shook his head. No, for now, he'd think about what kind of pastry he'd want.*