Herbert
"It's a long story that I'd rather shorten for those who ask."*He'd say.*"Mainly because I'm not the best storytell-."*The Elf would find himself going interrupted as the woman would bring her hand up to place it upon his cheek. For a moment he would just stand there rather still to the warm touch of it before he'd eventually speak again.*"You know one thing I learned about you Lathians is that you have no sense of personal space."*The Elf would say, lightly picking the woman's hands off of his face while she'd introduce herself.*"Pig, piggy, boar, hog, pig man. I can go by any name."*Terrel would say back before turning to continue down along the road as they'd draw closer to the Tavern.*"The name's Terrel though."*He would make his way to the entrance, seemingly less concerned about the people standing around. Terrel was used to the occasional loiterers, knowing very well that any who decided to cause trouble will come to regret it sooner or later. It didn't seem to be the case with Vivere, however, having a noticeable nervousness to the idea of the impending night and being the elf that he was, he couldn't help but joke on it. He'd open the door slightly, turning only to see her focused between the two groups sitting around outside.*"You heading or are you hoping to join them?"*He'd ask humorously.*
Aaron
"Ah..! I'll keep it in mind to not do it again! I understand not all are suited to my treatment." *The elf didn't mind having her hand brushed away as it returned slowly to her side and she gave a little bow. After a moment Vivere stood staring at the three people seated in the dim lights of the tavern, their faces hidden under hoods. When they glanced up at her she moved towards the tavern and took her eyes off them and back to the man in the mask. It wasn't good for her to pry in their interests. They were probably just looking for an evening of entertainment, as was she, and she should let them enjoy their games. She moves up close to Terrel and goes towards the entrance with him, her body almost touching his but now hesitant to not bump into him. Her steps light and careful, almost like she is walking on air rather than earth. She lets out a small chuckle as she answers to his query,* "Inside, of course, Terrel."
Herbert
"Good choice."*He'd say with a grin.*"Though probably not the most fun one, but hey that's what the tavern is for."*The Elf would make his way inside, half conscious on how close Vivere was walking alongside him. He supposed that after a certain few companions he had once met, he should have been more used to it. The Elf would walk more lax, eyeing a booth where they could sit at before heading over and gesturing down towards it.*"After you."*He'd say, the smirk on his face suggesting that his words were more to tease rather than show genuine gentleman-ship as he'd wait for her to sit down before he'd do so himself.*