Kira
Yohan sits in his house, a small estate in one of the better neighbourhoods in Sol. He sits upon a plush couch, not very pretty, but incredibly comfortable. He stares lazily at a wall, pondering, before saying to himself, "I should get a tapestry of myself on that wall." No one replies, because, of course, he's alone. After a few more minutes of staring at a wall, he stands up, and gets ready to go outside. He puts a set of traveler's clothes on, a purple coat setting his appearance aside from the commoners. He grabs his harp and his ocarina, heading out the door. He begins playing his ocarina, dancing across the uneven cobblestone as he plays a chipper tune. A small crowd begins to watch Yohan play, mesmerized by the elegance of his movements, despite the less than ideal surface. The crowd grows bigger, approximately 30 men, women, and children watching his performance. The song ends with a quick flourish of his ocarina, and he raises his arms into the air, welcoming applause.
Richard
The crowd overall seemed pleased with the performance of the bard, with several children pointing and grinning. Wives gave soft chuckles, men nodded their heads in approval of good entertainment while they were out and about. As he finished and raised his arms up, there was a round of light clapping. After all, a thunderous round of applause was hardly suited for the city streets of Terresol. The crowd thinned as families returned to their errands, men returned to their work, and children returned to their play. A few watched in wonder before taking off, although one young woman stood with her arms behind her back. 
"Interesting. Where did you learn to play?"
Her voice was low. It was hardly a soprano, but more of an alto of sorts, and her features showed an edge of maturity not common in many young women these days. Younger ages were far more appealing, and so many wore makeup to look younger. This woman appeared to be older than what she was - looking to be around 20 or so. Her hair was pulled back, and her gathered lockes fell around her back in curls. Her body wore a dress, though it was more of a middle class sort, made of modest material and with a somewhat loose fit. Her lips turned upwards into a smile, and a twinkle of interest flickered in her sapphire gaze. 
"It's been quite a while since I've seen the streets as lively as that. How long have you been here?"
Kira
Yohan grins, impressed with the positive feedback. "Well, ma'am, I'm what you might call 'self taught.' I never had a musical teacher, I've just always been good at this." He pockets his ocarina, his harp hanging on his back. "I've been in town for about 4 years, but I've only recently started playing in the streets." Yohan puts his hand on his chest, and cordially says "My name is Yohan. What might yours be?"
Richard
The girl blinks, raising her eyebrows in unhidden surprise. "Oh, is that so? I've lived here since I was born, but it's sad to think I've never seen you," She says, tapping her cheek in thought. A self-taught man, similar to herself, although her talent was... A little more rough. She tried not to let it weigh on her mind, and her attention was snagged as he put his hand on his chest, a peculiar gesture to her. This man seemed... Dramatic? Vain? Her lips curled into a smile, and she released a light chuckle. It was like he was acting on a stage right before her. "It's a pleasure to know the name of the musician who brought entertainment to Terresol - oh, my name?" She blinked a bit in hesitation. "I'm not sure, father says I shouldn't give my name to strange men... And you *Definitely* Seem peculiar, Yohan." Her words were accompanied by a light smirk and a playful gaze, and she even crossed her arms to complete the ensemble. "Do you have any connections? Friends who might say you aren't strange?"
Kira
Yohan chuckles, and looks endearingly at her. "First of all, I am strange. You just watched me perform, unannounced, in these dirty streets. Second, you listen to what your father says? How old are you?" He looks down for a moment, embarrassed. "And... No. I don't have many friends."
Richard
The girl steps forward, tilting her head slightly. "You're quite peculiar, though I don't appreciate you calling my kingdom's streets 'dirty', Yohan. I doubt her Highness would, either." There was a dangerous air about her for a moment, but then it disappeared with a smile. "My father is a very smart man, so I do my best to heed his words. Although..." The girl taps her arm in thought, eyeing Yohan up and down and taking in his appearance. "I don't believe I've seen your face on any Wanted posters recently. So, I'll disobey father just this once... If you can beat me at a game. Do you agree to my terms, fair musician of Terresol?"
Kira
Yohan's eyes went wide as he asked "These are your streets? I apologize if I offended you. I only meant to offend those who dirtied them." He relaxed slightly, feeling the woman eye her up and down. "Well, I do enjoy games, though I don't run blindly into a game. What are the terms, and what is the game?" He looked intrigued, his arms crossed.
Richard
The woman grinned. Smart man - clearly he had a good head on his shoulders. "If you've been living here for 4 years, surely you know your city by now. The game is easy - Tag. Count to 10, and see if you can find me and tag me. If you can, I'll give you my name and I'll even tip you for your time. How does that sound?" She leaned forward, peering into his face curiously. Her eyes twinkled with delight at the thought of having a game with stakes involved.
Kira
Yohan looked amused, and thinks for a moment. "And if I lose? Will your father set his dogs upon me? Will I have to give you all of my instruments?" While he talked, he looked around, trying to find any common hiding spots the woman might try to run to.
Richard
She gave a soft frown. "Ah, ah, ah! No cheating!" She reached a hand out and tapped his cheek, just enough to grab his attention. "If you lose, and I win... Then you have to perform in the streets every day, and you have to make sure to never ever litter the streets with trash," She said after a moment of thought. This game was just a way to help her keep busy while her father was working. She'd never been able to play like this when she was a child, so perhaps she was making up for lost time. "Well, Yohan the bard, do we have a deal?"
Kira
Yohan grinned, shrugged and said "I believe we do." He closes his eyes, and covers them with his hands, listening for the woman's footsteps. "10...9...8..." He wondered why the woman wanted to play such a childlike game.. She certainly looked like an adult, though appearances could be deceiving.
Richard
The girl grinned in return, and as he began to count, she took off towards the deeper parts of the city. He would hardly be able to hear her footsteps amongst those of the townsfolk, and she highly doubted he would be able to spot her among the crowds. Her heart pounded in her chest as she ran, dress flowing around her ankles as she ran, and she finally stopped in front of a market stand. He'd definitely finished at this point, and was likely on her heels. She only stopped to purchase a hooded cape and pulled it over her shoulders before going deeper into the crowd. Why was this... So fun? The anticipation of getting caught, the desire to win... It was so fun, and what made it better was knowing that stakes were involved. She released a laugh as she jogged further into town, turning before she reached another street entertainer who seemed to be juggling torches.
Kira
Yohan finished counting and began taking off in the general direction of where the woman ran. He took quick glances into alleyways, trying to spot her. He ran into the same marketplace as her, searching for her in the crowds. He looked around, trying to find the woman, getting caught up in the game. At one point he walked right up to her, not noticing her, and walked right by her.
Richard
The girl grinned as he walked past her, and she even had the audacity to shout. 
"You'll have to be sharper than that!" Her voice carried over the crowd towards him before she took off running, diving in and out of the personal bubbles of strangers. She stumbled and managed to catch the corner of a building, using it to swing her momentum and carry her down a side alleyway. She was lucky to find a wooden ladder, likely used by the shopkeep to get to the roof for cleaning, and she scaled the building by the rungs of the ladder. By the time she reaches the roof, she stops to catch her breath for only a moment.
Kira
Yohan jumped in surprise, then ran after her, pushing past commoners, right on her heels. He skidded past the alley, ran back, and followed her, though she was most of the way up the ladder by the time he had reached the bottom. He climbed up, calling "You've already lost, mystery woman! Your arrogance gives you away!"
Richard
"Have you even looked at your position?" She called, holding a hand on the top of the ladder and threatening to push it over. "My, what trust you seem to have in me!" While the idea to throw the ladder crossed her mind, she instead turned and ran again, although she paused at the end of the building. Could she make the jump? She was certain she could, but how harsh of a scolding would she get from her father later if she missed it? She gave a smirk to herself and removed her cape, holding it out to Yohan like a matador might for a bull. "Well, music boy? What have you got?" If he charged forward blindly, she'd wrap him in the cap and run back for the ladder.
Kira
Yohan approached slowly, his hands up. "Don't take me for a fool, miss. You might have been able to make that jump when you were running, but if you try now, you'll almost certainly break your leg." He was definitely bluffing, hoping he could instill a sense of fear in her, trying to stop her from jumping.
Richard
The girl leaned forward with a mischievous grin, although she finally dropped her arms. "Alright, alright, you caught me," She admitted, pulling the cape back over her shoulders. "My name is Estelle Smythe, daughter to Victor Smythe. He's an apothecary here in town," She said, digging around a pocket in her dress. She pulled out five gold coins, and held them out. "And here, for your playing, like we agreed."
Kira
Yohan smiled, feeling a rush of satisfaction as Estelle surrendered. He outstretched his hand and closed her palm, saying "I don't need any more gold, Estelle. I'm already as rich as I need to be." He looked at her quizzically, then asked "Why did you propose a game of tag? I'd expect the daughter of a wealthy man such as Mr. Smythe would propose a more intellectual game, such as chess."
Richard
Estelle frowned, but took her coin back and placed it in her pocket once more with a sigh. "Those are boring. Besides, if we played chess, it would have ended much faster." The smile on her lips made it clear she was teasing him. "I'm an only child, so there aren't too many people for me to play with. Besides, you seemed to be willing, so I thought it could be fun." She reached forward and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for playing, Yohan! Let's play again sometime?" She called as she waved behind her, her feet walking her towards the ladder.
Kira
Yohan grinned again as Estelle kissed him, then called out "Oh, I look forward to it, Miss Smythe. But how will we meet again, if it has taken me 4 years to meet you once?" He walked to the edge of the building, watching her climb down the ladder, and sat on the ledge.
Richard
Estelle blinked for a moment, as if it hadn't occurred to her. She could have said something more whimsical, like 'fate' or 'the winds will bring us together', but she said something else. "You stand out quite a bit, Yohan, and you said this was your first time in the streets. I don't think it will be an issue," She said with a light laugh just as both of her feet hit the ground. "If I don't find you within the month... Ask around. The townspeople know me," She said before jogging off and blending into the crowd.
Kira
Yohan nodded, and watched her leave, before lying down on the roof and beginning to slowly play his harp, an accompaniment to a waltz he had performed at about a month ago. After a few minutes of practicing, he slid down the ladder and walked back to his house, hanging his instruments on his wall once he arrived.
Leroy
She couldn't help herself as she glared daggers towards the back of Feliciano's head. Her slim fingers curled up into a balled fist before she made her way out of her small cottage with her bag full of goodies and supplies over her shoulder. The sound of the door hinges scraping against each other due to rust filled Katrina's ears as she closed the door to her cottage. She needed to find a new place to live but with the money she earned as a living, it was not quite possible. Perhaps this 'adventure' she was blackmailed into joining would provide her with enough coin to either fix her house up or find a new home. Even though her house was breaking down, Katrina had enough important belongings in her home that she couldn't risk being stolen. Whilst her hand was still on the frame and the other wrapped around the lock of the door, the young mage began to mutter a few sentences in a foreign tongue. Every word that left her lips, a green hue began to mist over her hand and the door of the cottage. The protection ward didn't take long to be placed and it gave Katrina enough reassurance that nobody would be able to break into her home while she was gone. 

She began to feel slightly light headed after the simple spell and as usual, a trickle of blood began to drip from her nose. Her hands shakily slipped their way into the pocket of her bag and pulled out a handkerchief so the crimson liquid wouldn't stain onto her dress then raced after Feliciano. Fortunately for Katrina, the man she started to despise was walking at a slow enough pace for her to catch up to him without struggle. "So where exactly are we going? Do you even have a plan for when we find this beast?"
Steven
Feliciano took another bite from the apple he had taken from the mage's home. This was to be his breakfast, it wasn't a great one, but it would last. He could hear the mage whisper an incantation onto her door. He could not discern what it was but he knew that the woman's reckless use of magic, as she'd just done, is how he was able to blackmail her in the first place. Taking another bite of the apple he looked back at the mage in her mess of a dress, waiting for her. Of course what he did to the dress and said about it was complete bullshit, but Katrina couldn't argue, it was done for his own entertainment. 

Once Katrina caught up, his walking speed returned to a more normal pace, "Our ultimate goal is Argos, or more specifically Quench Lake. Our more immediate goal is the Brass Gladiator on the way to Greenwall." Having traveled all over Terresol for work, Feliciano was vaguely familiar with the the Brass Gladiator, visiting it a few times when traveling between Korkou and Greenwall. It was the only thing around for miles on the road between the cities, but it was a great rest stop.