Richard
*A crisp breeze blew in from the lofty mountains northward, drifting south past greener lands, biting the warmth of spring. Here, the salty air from the ebbing seafront mixed with the chill, a refreshing aroma blustering through the small port town. Most of the townsfolk, used to the mild weather from living so far from the mainland, drew their jackets tighter to stave off the shivers - something Elias had never worried about.

The young woman, her worn cuirass glinting dully in the sparse shafts of light, quiet against the heavy cloth of her longskirt - the Bluedove insignia on the cloth almost entirely faded from the wear. She held her frog-mouth helm on her thigh as she cantered along on her Courser, flicking her head to move her silver hair from her eyes - the two amber jewels glassy from fatigue. She sighed deeply, her voice both soft and refined, yet low and hardened.*
"Finally, some real green grass... Well, a blue-green, but it'll do..."
*She mused to herself, a smile curling her small lips as she moved further into the town.*
Margaret
*Draupnir, fresh out of a mission that wasn't exactly commissioned by any guild of sorts, simply the request of an old man who was part of a caravan that he has guarded for the past week. Apparently the route that his caravan goes through for trade purposes is being terrorized by bandits that have managed to tame wolves and due to that, they always lose more money than what they gain because of the mercenary costs. His kind heart buried beneath muscle and scars couldn't handle it and singlehandedly took down the bandit camp and freed the wolves that wanted to flee and hunted those who bared fangs at him, fangs that are currently inside a pouch hanging from his belt.*

*His armor dull and worn out seemed light due to how he carries it and with a loud thud, he drops his backpack as well as his weapons, letting his hair long brown hair get blown by the wind* "I really should stop doing requests like this..." *He muttered to himself, his voice raspy, deep and tired, contradicting to the big smile he has on his face as he is proud that he somehow helped someone out*
Richard
"Morning, sir."
*The knight greeted Draupnir cordially, glancing over his plate armour - silently lamenting her lack of full plate as she dismounted from her horse; her mail chausses clinking under her longskirt as she approached with a wave.*
"I'm quite new about this part of Urtutia - never ventured this far south... Do you know where the nearest inn or tavern is?"
*She asked, her voice as measured as it was quiet as she lead her horse along, sabatons clinking quietly against the stone tiles.*
Katherine
"I do so believe this is north if my compass hasn't been dropped enough times, and sadly, as much as i would love to be of service, me and my steed barely managed to reach here by chance" *He picks up his bag to rummage a bit before pulling out a journal with a compass embroidered on its cover, silently mumbling as he flips through the pages* "Yes sadly no, even my fathers before me haven't ventured this far north" *He said with a hearty chuckle before looking at the white haired lass before him* "Oh where are my manners. I am Draupnir Mol'ag, the pleasure of meeting a knight is always my honor" *He removes his gauntlets and offered his hand for a shake*