Judy
"Yes, that old man will take his time. The guard has told tales of his eyes perusing every female that passes. His most likely chatting one up in the back."

*Eldacar would giggle, and take out another peace of bread and hold it out to Terrel as a sign of good gesture. Eldacar hasn't shared many meals with strangers, but he felt like its something he should do. He didn't have many friends, so why not take a chance.*

"Despite it being busy here his business only picks up mid day. The mornings are usually for meetings and what not. You seem rather capable, why not travel south with me? I myself could use a hand, and there is good money in it for you too."

*Eldacar said that with a bit of doubt in his voice, he hasn't traveled this far before, and he had nothing but high hopes. He knows that the journey may hold many dangers and someone with more experience could only be helpful. He would sit back for a moment and think, as foot steps from the nearby hall fill the room. *

"Speaking of the devil, if you interested in that job you should stick around. He is about to give me a whole speech about the shortages in the city nearby. Its not always easy making honest coin in these areas."

*Eldacar knew that all to well, as this job was a one way ticket out of City. He has been saving penny's for a long time, while he has accumulated a fair amount of gold. He know he couldn't live off savings forever.*
Martha
*Of course. Terrel would think to himself. What was a small town without a shop owner taking their time with their services? At least he wasn't in a rush or anything, leaving him to simply stand in waiting while Eldacar spoke to him. His gaze would shift over to him as he'd offer a piece of the bread to which Terrel would grab it after a short pause and would pop it in his mouth. It was at least something to distract while he waited, listening to the man mentioning some business opportunity.*

"Listen. Love the offer, really, but I doubt whatever job this man is paying you to do would be worthwhile enough in my eyes."*He'd look the man up and down, noticing the light armor he wore and little supply he seemed to carry in comparison to himself. Maybe it was wrong to look down on him, but small tasks had never interested the Elf ever since he had started taking on more dangerous jobs.*

"There's never such thing as honest coin. Every bit of money comes from being touched by lies and deceit."*He'd say, facing away from him, though mostly staring off into space.*"If you plan to grow in riches you'll end up doing one of two things. Either hunting down those in the radar of the rich or become one of those in the radar of the rich. Maybe by then, you'd become fortunate enough to join in their riches instead of being a pawn in their game or, I suppose there's always working here living beneath them."*He'd tilt his head a bit to the side in thought, causing the ear flaps of his pig mask to the flop to the side in him thinking over something.*"But that's just the way I see it. I'm sure someone out there will tell you different and allow you to believe it too."*While his words came rather blunt and negative in a way, Terrel could only summarize how his jobs typically go. It wasn't like he expected anything different of it, but over time, he began to notice a pattern in them and a pattern in his decisions of taking them. Nonetheless, he does it for the gold, so whatever morale one might think he has would often be thrown away in the one thing that mattered to everyone. Money.*
Judy
"I know what you mean. Any coin that hasn't gone through a thieves hand isn't coin at all. It's more a principle of convivence. The offer is nice and all, money is good but by no means the end goal. If it puts a plate of food on my table, how can I complain. And in the end, whether I'm used by the rich or join them, I want to see the next horizon on the day. I'm in it for the journey, nothing else matters to me. No thrill of the hunt, not the adrenaline of a sword in my hand. A simple breeze in a land unknown would be my thrill. "

*Eldecar was deep in thought as the last sentence rolled out. His face filled with a slight smile. He hasn't shared his dreams of a great journey with many. Most people in the city would call him a fool. Why live such a harsh life to see the sun set else where. This made him quite the outcast with others. He sat back and looked to the street once more.*

"You are not wrong, all coin is tainted in this world. And that will be done by both our hands. And its tale only time will tell. I'm no fool, you have better things to do with your time I'm sure. If not for coin, then how about a travel companion till the next city. You are leaving for Lymia, I will be heading in the same direction. And if you want I don't care about the coin, we can split it half ways. 

*The shopkeeper walked over to Eldacar and handed him a letter, showing him the number 5 on his hands. He took the letter and stuffed it in his bag. No words where spoken, a simple nod of the head and it appears all business is done. The Shopkeeper ignored Terrel, till after the letter was handed, focused on the small task on hand. And after gave him a smile before returning to his general post, as the shopper should have been.*

*Eldacar gave Terral a glance once more before taking another bite of his bread. Still comfortable in his seat, and in no rush to leave. His one leg resting on the other, and starting writing note in a small book he retrieved from under his cloak. At a quick glance there would appear to be quite a few drawings of a rather noticeable plant in the area. As he was making his notes a calm voice would disturb the silence. *

"Its no thieves deal if that is what you are wondering. All that is required is to deliver the note in time, and we get paid. I'm in no rush, give that offer a good thought. Although if I where you id make haste, before the old man disappears again."
Martha
"Trust me, if I wanted the pocket change, I'd just take it off a random drunkard idiotic enough to fall asleep in a tavern."*He'd say, looking over towards the shopkeeper as he had gone back to his post. The Elf doubted whatever the letter was would pay much. If anything it was probably just some grunt work that need to be done.

In listening to the man's words about being fine as long as there was food on the table, Terrel would flash his gaze towards him.*"Now that's where you and I differ."*His tone carried all the more seriousness to it, though as he spoke, it began to calm more.*"One can only be a pawn in so many jobs and get blamed for association by those that don't see the benefits in it. I do things for the money, nothing more and with any luck I wouldn't have to be doing jobs for others anymore. It only leads to more hatred when someone disagrees with your line of work."

*He'd pause, hands folding back within the concealment of his cloak as grew lost in thought.*"One can ever do a job for their own sake anymore, as long as it's wrong in another's eyes, you'll be targeted upon association."*Eventually he'd refocus on Eldacar, realizing he was rambling.*"Ah, but I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that. You're living the simple life as what? A delivery boy I'm assuming?"*He'd ask eyeing the letter for a short moment before he'd turn away from the other Elf.*"Worst thing you'd have to deal with are petty bandits, but I'm sure you'd have the support of the people on your side for that no matter the outcome of who survives it."

*Terrel would walk up to the shopkeeper, placing the bag he had grabbed onto the counter before paying the few silver for it upon purchase. In doing so he'd soon return back.*"At any rate, I don't mind the company. It gives me much more to talk to than just a horse. Those conversations are pretty one sided anyways."