Whitney
*Luckily for the dark elf, he was not easy to intimidate. He simply gave a smile and nodded his head, setting the broom against the wall for now. 

**"Of course, miss."** He responded before taking himself behind the counter. He searched through his mugs and got out the biggest one, giving it a clean before filling it. He walked over towards a barrel of rum, opened the tap and poured the rum in the mug. Once filled, he closed the tap then made his way over to the woman with the mug, placing it on the table for her.

**"Anything to eat as well, miss?"***
Miles
*Artemisia rubbed her hands together, awaiting for the tankard to be placed beside her. She hadn't a clue what she was doing in the tavern, only knowing she was quite parched and craved alcohol. Her eyes looked around the empty tavern, noting it's dreadful ambience and the loneliness it seemed to express. However, she simply shrugged the ambience off, moving over to her broadsword which continued leaning against the wall. She missed her Greatsword. As the elf returned, Artemisia snapped her attention to him and the tankard which was placed on top of the table. The brunette gave him a nod of her head as she disassembled her interlocked hands and grasped the side of the tankard to drag it closer to her. Her brow cocked upwards at his inquiry, before simply shaking her head, refusing his offer of food.*
Whitney
*Nagnis nodded his head in response, keeping the smile on his face.

**"Very well. Do let me know if you need anything else."**

At that, he turned and moved his way back to the broom, continuing to sweep the floor a few feet away from the woman.*
Miles
*Artemisia pondered on his smile, curious as to why he did so for a woman he knew little of. Possibly to convince her to come back. She exhaled a sigh as she picked up the tankard of Rum, pressing the wooden rim between her lips, before angling her head back to receive the warm bitter taste of rum. Her hand lightly shook as she threatened to spill it, however, placed it back on to the table beforehand. Artemisia still felt her hands shaking lightly, noting they were drawn to the broadsword. Her lips pursed as she set it flat onto the table.*
Whitney
*Nagnis had continued to sweep the floors for quite some time, only after all the floors were clean, he stopped. He went behind the counter to put the broom away before looking over to the woman, keeping a smile on his face.

**"Still fine there?"***
Donna
Marius Dorian enters the tavern. He gives a polite smile to everyone in the room and goes to a small table, taking a seat and putting his feet up. He looks up at Nagnis. "Mind getting me an ale of some kind?" He says before coughing. "Damn forge smoke, it'll be the death of me." He chuckles. "Also, I don't suppose you have any warm food I can purchase? I'm a bit hungry." He adjusts the sword on his belt and looks around the tavern, scanning faces and the furniture curiously.
Miles
*Artemisia brushed off the elf and his inquiry, applying a huff as she blew away a few strands of her brunette hair. It felt too quiet and it made her stomach sink while the feeling of dread settled in. She turned her head to the wooden door creaking open, noticing his smile as he took a seat a few tables away from her. The brunette paid no further attention, as the three were the only ones present within the eerie tavern.*
Whitney
*Nagnis looks towards the new comer with a smile on his face. The tavern was relatively empty for now, safe for the three of them. He gave a nod, getting a mug and pouring some ale into the mug. He then gave the mug to Marius.

**"We have chicken and mushroom stew with some buttered bread, or a beef stew."** He smiled. **"Up to you."***
Donna
Marius smiles and hands him 5 copper for the ale. "I'll take the beef stew, please." Marius says with a smile. He sits and sips his ale for a while, before turning to Artemisia. "So, what do you do for a living? I'd imagine you're no common merchant's girl." Marius says with a dry chuckle. "Myself, I'm a smith, although I do enjoy a little sellsword work on the side. I imagine you know a bit about that." He says with interest, whoever this girl was, he'd be interested in hearing her story.
Whitney
*After the man gave his order, he nodded his head and put on his apron. He went towards a door behind the bar counter and went through, going to make his food.*
Miles
*Artemisia narrowed her eyes at the man who began speaking, before closing her eyes as she took another sip from the large tankard filled with rum. She hadn't an interest in the man who began conversing, and it was prominent in her attempts to shrug his questionnaires off. Soon, she had opened up her eyes once again and changed her sitting position to a more casual one, her head in the palm of her left hand while her elbow was sat in a fixed position. Artemisia wasn't much of a speaker nor did she want to speak, however, it was better than listening to the ringing in her ears that loudened by the minute.* "I'm a Templar... Meaning I run around and kill shite." *Her tone held a stoic demeanor as her right hand lightly tapped on the table.*
Donna
Marius nods, his face showing that he was impressed. "Ah! That's very interesting. How did you become a Templar? Were you recruited or did you seek them out?" Marius, an ever chatty man didn't even notice the Templar's lack of interest in the conversation. Gods know he could've made a conversation with a stone wall if he were in the mood. Marius sipped his ale and waited for a reply, he craved adventure but his background hadn't given him too much of a chance to experience much adventure, and his desire to hear about any kind of adventure was evident.
Whitney
*Soon, Nagnis would return out with a big bowl of beef stew. He placed the steaming bowl in front of Marius and placed a spoon beside the bowl.

**"There you go, sir. Enjoy your meal."** He said with a smile.*
Miles
*Artemisia exhaled a sigh as she answered his inquiry,* "Recruited." *She picked up the tankard, taking another sip once again, before setting it down. The bitter taste made her throat tingle as she swallowed, soon clearing her throat as she added upon her previous answer,* "Though, I did try to seek them out beforehand." *Her face remained stoic, however, her voice was tipsy due to the hard alcoholic beverage she had just began drinking. Artemisia turned her gaze from the man to the tasty-looking bowl filled with stew. She hadn't eaten in quite a while and the grumbling of her stomach revealed it to the public. Though, she tried to remain stoic even if the tipsiness was prominent in her speech.*
Donna
Marius nodded, his smile still on his face. "Ah, that's exciting, I guess you must've been looking for a good cause." Marius follows her gaze too his meal and he lifts the bowl up. "Do you want it? I can order another one for myself and you can have this one." He says as he motions for her to come sit at the chair opposite of him. "Can we get another beef stew?" He says to Nagnis. "And a refill on my ale." He says with a polite smile. He hoped that offering food would be a good way to build a friendship with this lady, she seemed like she could help him find adventure.
Whitney
*Nagnis gave a nod of the head and took his mug and made his way back to the bar counter. He refilled the mug and brought it back before heading off through the door to make another bed stew.*
Miles
*Artemisia shrugged her shoulders as she soon looked behind her, grabbing her sword by the hilt, before setting it on top of the table beside her tankard.* "Good causes usually end up with many dead. I was in need of belonging is all. Also, the sword-crafters are godlike." *She said, lifting her head out of her palm to grasp the sheath with one hand and the hilt with the other, slowly sliding out a fragment of the blade to show its shiny steel. Artemisia had held it up to show it off what she meant by 'godlike', before laying it back down onto the table.* "Though, I prefer my Greatsword. It's a good craft." *Artemisia set the broadsword back into its sheath, before resting the blade on the ground, leaning the hilt against the tavern wall. She cocked a brow as she refused his offer on a bowl, before the tavern owner soon left to make another. Food would surely help in the possibility of combat, but she had no copper besides the amount to pay for her tankard.* "Mm..." *Her lips formed a grim line as she observed the man who had motioned her to take a seat, which she accepted in doing. She grasped the sword, before standing upright from her seat, walking over to take the seat residing opposite of him. The brunette's armor clanked as she walked, before she sat down with her broadsword resting in her lap.
Donna
"That's true, although I'd argue some causes are worth dying over. I haven't found one yet, but I'm sure they exist." He says as he stares at her blade. "It's certainly is a beautiful blade, makes my work look a lump of steel." He chuckles as she stands and walks over. "I insist you have the stew, I've already ordered a second and it's the least I can give you in exchange for your good conversation." He pushes the untouched bowl towards her and smiles. "So, where are you from? Where do you live now?" He says, keeping the conversation alive, as is his fashion.
Whitney
*Eventually, Nagnis would return with yet another bowl of beautifully smelling beef stew. He placed the plate down on the table along with a spoon, giving a smile to the patrons.

**"Food for you. I hope it is to your liking."** He said, before standing up straight and making his way back towards the bar counter.*
Miles
"Mm... Causes aren't everything." *Artemisia took another sip from her tankard, pulling it away from her lips. She didn't think much of sacrificing oneself for a cause as it usually led to nothing. Her brow raised upwards as he insulted his work,* "All it takes is some experience and finances." *She looked up to the man who had placed the food in front of her, giving it an observation. It looked rather tasteful, and her stomach cried out to eat it quickly. Artemisia picked up the spoon, before beginning to consume the beef bowl, her lips curling into a faint smile as she looked up to the man,* "I'm from nowhere and I live nowhere." *The brunette kept herself mainly private and this was a fine example.*
Donna
"That's an interesting name. Is Nowhere a town or a village?" Marius asks sarcastically, before chuckling to himself. "Well, I have enough experience, my father has been having me work a forge since I could pull the pump. My problem is money. That's why I want to start doing sellsword work on the side, I need the cash and crave the adventure. Do you know anywhere or anyone that could help get me those things?" He asked curiously as he took a bite of his own soup. "You seem like you've been around."
Miles
*Artemisia noticed his playful sarcasm, however, didn't dot too much on it.* "It's personal." *She continued eating the beef stew, uncaring if she appeared as an animal in human clothing as she wolfed down the stew. It felt as if she hadn't eaten in months and this was the only sustenance she should receive. Her head soon cocked up to the man who asked another inquiry, driving the conversation more than she could,* "No one really around who would care to see you thrive. Most here would like to see your corpse in a ditch to poke at ya' with a stick covered in shit."
Donna
Marius shrugs. "I'm not naive, I know that much. They'll still pay just as well to see me put someone else's corpse in a ditch, and I have plenty of chances to do that legally." He continues to eat his own food. "Can I ask what you're going in town then? Since I assume you don't live here, or at least, aren't from here." Marius was determined to keep the conversation going, he was hell bent on charming this mountainous Templar.
Miles
*Artemisia pursed her lips as she averted her eyes from the man to the tavern door. She didn't know him at all. In fact, he was a stranger to her with no introduction. Her head turned back to the man, giving him a curious brow,* "I guess you do have plenty of chances. Also, why do you wish to know so much about I, a fair but rather quiet maiden?" *She wondered if he was hoping to seduce her or simply try and gain something that she could offer.* "I'm here in town to do nothing of importance."
Donna
"I'm interested in you because you're the only other customer in this tavern, I enjoy a good conversation and based on the weapons you carry with yourself, you have some good stories you could tell, if only you weren't insanely dull." Marius says with a sneerish laugh before downing his cup of ale. "I'm sorry, that was rude, forgive me. I was just hoping you'd be able to help me gain access to the adventure I crave, but clearly you cannot, or will not."
Miles
*Artemisia narrowed her eyes as she crossed her arms and leaned back,* "If you want an adventure, your name is vital in these sort of interactions. Also, learn that forgiveness is something I don't require. Singular words don't mean shite to me." *She wasn't offended per say, however, the cravings of adventure doesn't overwrite the politeness she wished to hear.* "I can take you wish me, however, do be aware that this here sword..." *Artemisia gestured to the broadsword,* "Is not just for show. It carries blood of various people and I look to coat it once again. Now, introductions can be thrown here and there, but I'll call you Bean if you don't mind. Short on the tongue."
Donna
Marius grins. "Now, I don't know if I want to become one of you Templar folk, but I'll certainly travel with you for a while. Just don't try and make me wipe your arse or anything like that." Marius stands and grins again. "I'll have to run home and pack a bag, should I go now or will we go together when you're done eating? Also, Bean is fine, but anyone else besides you who calls me that gets a foot up the ass."
Miles
*Artemisia observed his grin, knowing she had made him happy in a sense. She looked back up to his general face, piercing his eyes with her hazel ones.* "Well, us 'Templar folk' are rather rare nowadays, but I doubt they would take someone of your... Stature. Also, just make sure you can stick this here broadsword in anything that approaches. Preferably in the gut or the throat." *She finished up her beef stew, before standing up just after Marius stood, nudging her head to the tavern door as a way to answer his question in the quickest manner possible,* "Alright Bean. We'll go as a pair until you reach your home, which is when I'll head off to retrieve my Greatsword. For now..." *Artemisia offered the broadsword to the man, setting it on to the table,* "Take that for protection."
Donna
"Gods above, you're giving me this?" He says with wonder. "Thank you, let's go." Marius drops enough coins for the stew on the table and exits. "Do I get paid for this?" He says half joking as he walks towards the door, broadsword in hand. "Or is this charity work?" He says with a wink as he opens the door and begins heading home.
Whitney
*Nagnis would come over to the table to collect the coins for the food, counting them out then nodding his head softly before heading back to the bar counter, putting the coins away in a purse.*
Miles
*Artemisia approached the door as Bean proceeded to confirm his possession over the broadsword,* "No more questions until we hit your house, alright? All your questioning is starting to give me a headache." *She scrunched up her face as it was the truth. Her hand wrapped around the door handle, before opening up the tavern door which produced a creak of the wood, taking a step outside with Marius as she answered his newly-formed questions,* "Usually whoever you kill have a nice pocket full of coin. But, seriously... No more questions until we get to your home." *Her eyes narrowed at his wink,* "What was that for...?"
Donna
"No more questions until we get to my home, you said so yourself." Marius calls with a laugh as he takes a running start to his home. "Try and keep up, I don't want you to get lost." He yells back tauntingly as he runs through the streets. "Just remember, no matter what, you can't fall in love with me."
Miles
*Artemisia scoffed, before watching him run off. She couldn't keep up with her heavy-duty armor, however, she surely tried,* "Hey, you bastard!" *The armor wore her out, making her pant for air as she tried to keep him in her sight,* "Get your ass back here...!" *She yelled, trying to stop him from running as she managed to keep her eye on him and his directive running, before hearing him yell about his rather humorous statement,* "Shut the hell up about that shit!" *She followed him to his house, suffering from the sheer weight of her armor when she tried to run full-speed.*
Donna
Marius laughs as he continues to run. Eventually he reaches his home, way ahead Artemisia and enters it. He packs a bag with some clothes and other needed items, before turning and exiting, waiting to see how close the knight was. "Agility over ability." He says to himself with a chuckle.
Miles
*Artemisia slowly reappeared, her eyes narrowing at the man as she approached. She huffed away a few strands of her brunette hair that came untangled form her crown braid, before stopping just in front of him,* "Arsehole... I'm assuming you're packed? If not I'm leaving without you." *She crossed her arms over her chest, her lips forming a grim line as she awaited his answer.*