Rosemary
"Hunting snow beasts eh?" He would scratch his chin while he spoke, his hand sliding from chin to the back of his neck. 

"Think you're in the wrong town for that kinda info, Friend. I don't really know if you noticed but this place is kinda on the small end." 

His strolling would come to a stop, and whirling the head of his kanabo into the ground the brayer would begin to sift through various satchels and pouches around his waist. On the back left side he would pull out a surprisingly compact roll of parchment, which as he unfurled it would reveal a barely legible and daintily small map. The elf could clearly see that bull was squinting to read it..

But regardless it seemed as if he found what he wanted. As a hand would whirl over the elfs head and off into a seemingly random direction. 
"Might wanna try heading that way, march south east and you *Should* Find yourself at a much bigger beastkin village than this one." 

It should be noted for those with competent navigational skills that was, in fact, pointing south west.
Gerard
*He'd take another bite from apple, shifting his gaze to look back at the Brayer.*"I've learned on my travels, that the size of the town matters little as long as you can find the right person. And the right people, don't always hang out in the bigger cities without looking for added rewards in their knowledge."

The bull was right about one thing, this place was considerably on the small end. Maybe he should start searching for the northerners to encounter some Ursinoids. Maybe if he got far enough, he'd be able to find something, but nevertheless he wouldn't try to consider this a wasted trip here.

Terrel would come to a stop alongside the man, seeing him pull out the map while seemingly trying to show him the directions of where a bigger beastkin village was. The Elf never really favored going to an even bigger village of Elf haters, but he supposed he could make it through just fine if he played his cards right.

He'd watch the Brayer show him the direction to the village in telling him to head south East. Terrel would glance back up at him dubiously, his own knowledge of directions handled well enough in all the traveling he's done.*"You know that's South West right?"*He'd ask him, debating between whether or not it would be wise to follow his map.*
Rosemary
"True, size rarely does matter when it comes to towns. But i mean seriously, look around you" He gesturings with a tilt of head, an ear flicking at the incessant buzzing of flies. 

"These people have hardly seen anything outside of the forest ridges around them, if any of them knew about any ice beasts... Well then i'd be a liar then."

His face, normally casual and sporting a smile, would look slightly dejected at the criticism of his navigational skills. 
"Well... I..Uh.." 
If a brayer could blush from embarrassment, he'd be as red as the apple the elf was munching. 

"Can't read, ok? Hell this map ain't even a real one." He'd hand it over to terrel for investigation. It looked as if a child wrote the map. Every "Word" On it was jumbled garbage, and the compass rose looked flipped on the Y axis. 

"Been using this thing since i was a kid, as you can see its... Uh.. Not *Entirely* Accurate. I've mostly been moving around by my own internal compass."

The brayer sighs, hand grasping at the back of his neck. 
"I'd probably have a better time just leading you there rather than trying to guide you with my shoddy map."
Gerard
*Terrel would look to the rest of the town as the Brayer gestured towards them, suppressing back the need to give a sly comment about it as he'd eventually glance back towards the man.

He'd take the map from him as he handed it over, glancing at the scribbled drawings along it with little sense of direction. Terrel would look back at him, letting out a sigh. Maybe he wasn't going to find what he's looking for, but there was still some promise in the man knowing the way at least. Well he hoped so anyways. Were beastkin typically uneducated? Looking around this town, Terrel would assume so, though it was probably more upbringing than anything.*

"Alright."*He'd say.*"But first off, lose the child's sketch."*The Elf would toss the map away rather carelessly. It wouldn't have helped anyone anyways. He could hardly read it, let alone someone illiterate.*"I'll take you up on that offer if you're willing to show me where this better town is though at least learn the basic directions first."

*He'd turn his head away from the Brayer, holding his hand up towards the sky in gesture of the sun.*"The sun will always set West and will always rise to the East. East will always be to your right when you're heading north and to your left when you're heading south."

*He'd lower his hand once more to look back at the Brayer.*"You know your left from your right at least, right?"*He'd question him.*"If so, it won't be the hardest to follow if you understand those basic directions. You don't need to be able to read a map, so long as your internal compass works. Traveling by memory works just as well."*His tone didn't bring any harshness to it, instead being more matter-of-fact over anything else. Outside his voice's normal gruffness he didn't seem to show much care towards the Brayer's lack of knowledge, more so just saving the both of them time in providing him the sliver of knowledge.*
Rosemary
"Hey, Hey!" The brayer would shout as he stomped past the elf and scooping up his rather awefully constructed map. His Kanabo almost tumbling over from the sudden rush, leading to an almost comedic situation where the brayer struggled to keep his junky map in his hands while also trying to keep his weapon from tipping over. "It may be junk, but its my *Junk*." He would say sternly, huffing like a true bovine while he brushed it off.

Yet any annoyance he had vanished at the promise of a chance to learn something. He stuffed the map back into its satchel, the brayers head never waivering from Terrel. One could almost hear the bull's gears turning as he thought. "Ohh, alright alright." He would pause, taking a few moments to really try applying his newfound knowledge. It would've been cute the way his waved his hands to and from the sun if it wasn't for the fact he was seven foot behemoth with a pair of horns fit for a mantle-piece. 

"Well, My newfound friend, i guess i should introduce myself at this rate." 
The brayer would stick his hand out towards Terrel, gesturing at a handshake

"Names Barbados. Barbados Hellas." If Terrel took the handshake, he would find in the first second that he had an incredibly strong grip. Only for it to instantly ease up, as if he was worried he was going to hurt his new elf friend. 

"If your willing, i'd be happy to lead you to a bigger village. Or maybe you'd call it a city? I don't know, just reckon we'd have to see yeah?"
Gerard
"Trust me, adding 'my' before the word junk, doesn't make the term any better."*He'd say in a neutral tone which typically came off as more sarcastic than it was meant to be. Terrel would watch the ridiculous scene of the Brayer trying to reclaim his map, seemingly too connected to the childhood story page to give it up. The Elf wouldn't stop him however, whatever childhood tendencies the Brayer kept with him, Terrel couldn't be the one to talk.

At the very least in his efforts, Barbados still listened to him, curiously testing out his new knowledge while Terrel would silently watch him in masked amusement. It was funny to watch a bestial man take such fascination in something as simple as basic directions, but the Elf supposed one learns something knew everyday.

 He'd wait until he was finished, soon finding the Brayer introducing himself to him before reaching a hand out for a handshake.*"The name's Terrel."*He'd say, deciding to shake his hand.*"Terrel Bales."*Though the Brayer seemed to have an incredibly strong grip, that didn't phase Terrel in the slightest as he'd return the crushing feeling of it before soon loosening his hold as the Brayer did. Unlike most Silnari, Terrel never went down the path of magic, leaving him to work on swordsmanship and making him physically stronger than most of his kind that chose the opposing path.

He'd let go of his hand, eventually drawing both his arms into the cover his cloak where they could rest while making him appear more passive in the way the cloak covered most of his body.*"Any place with information is fine. Cities just often put in more effort to keep it from you."*He'd say in response. What he didn't say however was, it probably was just a town. With places like Ulnoor and other larger capitols, Terrel didn't expect much out of the Beastkin Tribes. Nevertheless, if there was a chance of obtaining some new information, he'd take his chances.*"Lead the way."*He'd say.*
Rosemary
Barbados would laugh, his voice booming over the small tribal hovels. "Lead the way I shall! With my knowledge of the sun and its tricks, I reckon we won't get lost!" He would heave his Kanabo up, its studded head pointing in the *Right* Direction this time. 

His bat would fall back to earth with a thud, quickly falling back in line as a convient walking stick. His other hand gripping the sack of apples purchased prior, would shake said bag at Terrel. "You're welcome to another apple, its liable to be a long time. Just gonna save some for momma." 

Barbados eventually would stride off for the edge of town, muttering many thing under his breath. Things like *"Poppa would be so proud of me right now"* And *"Can't wait to get some of Momma's apple pie"*

One could tell from his actions alone that he was grateful for the lesson taught, as his smile and chuckling seemed brighter than even before Terrel and him became acquainted.
Gerard
*Part of Terrel hoped that they wouldn't get lost despite the Brayer's enthusiasm, knowing full well it took some longer to learn than others. Nevertheless, he was his only guide through the Beastkin Nations so it didn't seem like he had many other options.*"I'll save them for the trip."*Terrel would say in response to Barbados' offer of the other apples. He'd discard the one he had been eating, nothing much left besides the core that typically went abandoned. Terrel could be satisfied with just that for now. Any real cooking would warrant him having to set up camp.

With them setting off Terrel would follow after the cheerful man, finding himself having to listen to his quiet mutterings without much else to say that wouldn't break him from whatever happiness he was feeling. In his own silence, however, he'd silently pick out the layout of the rundown town. It was nothing in comparison to the more regal fit of Silnaria, much like his overly colorful outfit in someway, but it was easy to imagine this place being as disorganized as the stories would say. If Terrel had any pity, he'd feel such, but alas his mindset cared little for those he knew nothing of. Their lives were simply their own troubles that they'd have to solve.*"You ever traveled beyond the Beastkin Nations?"*He'd suddenly ask Barbados out of the blue as they began nearing the edge of town.*