Raul
Wandering through the streets of the city could be heard the clinking and clanking of plate boots smacking against the ground, louder than most would ever think it should be. The boots attached to a Mogash woman that made her way in various different directions, as lost as a small puppy... Or so it seemed that way. After several hours of wandering lost, she made her way to an Inn, stopping outside of it to analyze the building and it's features with a tilt of her head. "It was here the entire time...?" She grumbled to herself, before preparing to shove her way into the building shoulder first.
Whitney
*As the Mogash lady approached the doors, there was the sound of a deep, masculine voice that sounded out behind her.

**"Halt there, madam."** The deep, kind voice spoke out.

If she were to look behind her, she would be met with the face of a Dark Silrani, his deep purple skin and lilac hair being the obvious giveaways for his species. His bright eyes looked at her as he smiled to her, indifferent to the creature she was. He was on the back of a horse, to which he dismounted and took hold of the reigns of his horse.

**"Would you mind keeping the door open for me, while I tie my horse to this post?"***
Raul
Eroka jumped and swiftly flipped around to face the man as he yelled, clearly startled by him. "Wha...?!" She took a deep breath and composed herself again, or at least as much as she cared to. She stood tall, her long black braids of hair finally settling over her shoulder after all the activity. 
"Sure... But hold on a second! You shouldn't go around yelling at people like that, you'll get hit! ...Or maybe you might make a friend?" She cracked a grin, her voice was raised to a yell the whole time only to match his volume.
Whitney
*He gave a faint chuckle at this, taking it by grace. He tied Millie to the post beside the Inn and approached the Inn doors, looking at this funny Mogash lady.

**"I apologize,"** He responded, **"I was merely in a rush to speak with you to keep the doors open for me. Nevertheless, I'll be more wary of my volume, if that is of your concern."**

He took note of the way Eroka was dressed, specifically with the plate boots. He took a look at her eyes and came to a conclusion.

**"Have you come here for rest? You appear tired, as though you have been wandering for so long."***
Raul
The Orcess gave a shrug as she pushed her way into the inn the remainder of the way, halting only a moment to allow him to enter with her. "I am a bit tired. But more hungry than anything! ...I think I could go for a drink as well."
 She turned to face into the Inn, taking a glance across it and any of whom may be within it, her rusted plate armor clinking all the way, a large dual-bladed axe dangled from a thick leather strap across her back. "Do you know if they serve drinks here or not?"
Whitney
*He gave a light nod.

**"They most certainly do. Delicious ale and beer at your service is sold at this here inn."** He said as he walked towards the bar counter, turning to look at her over his shoulder. **"Would you like me to ask the bartender for you? I don't mind paying for you either, if you would like me too, madam."***
Cora
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Raul
She gave the man a toothy smile as his offer reached her ears. "I hear free drinks, and that's all I needed to hear!" She swiftly made her way over to the counter, immediately slapping the counter hard to get the barkeeps attention. 
"Give me the best, the sweetest, and the strongest drink you have! It's on his tab." She reached out to prod at the Elves cheek, clearly quite amused.
Whitney
*She would note that there was a lack of a bartender at the bar counter. Luckily there was no one in the bar for now except the two of them. 

Nagnis heard her request and nodded, chuckling to the poke at his cheek.

**"Of course, M'lady. One local beer coming right up."**

He moved himself around to the entrance of the bar, immediately taking off his jacket and putting it to the counter top. He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt as he made his way towards a barrel of beer. If one was confused, he was the bartender of this inn.*
Raul
She blinked, tilting her head to the side as she watched him go to work. "What are you doing?" She would blurt out, only growing more confused the more she thought about it. "I know you offered to get drinks, but if you're going to steal them, I think I would rather pay for them myself." She huffed out, still trying to wrap her head around what he was up to.
Whitney
*He chuckled a little longer this time, taking a mug from the shelf and filling it with beer from the barrel.

**"I'm terribly sorry, madam. I'm the bartender in this bar. I got the job a few days ago, out of the innkeeper's desperation."** He filled the mug then closed the tap, giving it to her. **"By me saying I'll pay for it, it's my round about sort of way in saying it's on the house. Hope it is to your liking, madam."** He kept a kind smile on his face as he spoke.*
Raul
She nodded slowly as she took in what he was saying, it taking a few moments to register in her head before she perked up and grabbed the mug tightly, immediately taking a long gulp from it.

With a satisfied sigh, she slammed the mug back down on the counter, three quarters of the mug gone in one gulp. "It tickles the whole way down, exactly what I needed!" She wiped away any which would had remained on her lip and turned her attention to him. "So you work here? What's it like? I haven't been around this area before."
Whitney
*He smiled as she gulped down the drink, happy that she was satisfied with her drink. He leaned on the counter on his elbows, facing her. After she spoke, he straightened back up in thought.

**"I have not been here too long, Miss."** He admitted, looking to the ceiling first before looking back at her with his bright, golden coloured eyes. **"I travelled from my homeland to here a week or so ago. I still yet to know all the social norms of this land, but it feels relatively nice so far. Wakazu had some people of my kind, but coming here, there was a significant amount of Dark Silrani. But that's why I'm a bartender."** He smiled at her. **"I'm able to hear rumors, hear people's problems and resolutions... I learn a lot from people that way."***
Raul
She nodded slowly, listening as he spoke, but her dark green eyes remained caught on the mug still tight in her grasp. "Well, you've been here longer than I have." She blurted out before taking another gulp from the mug and finishing off it's contents. 

"Listening to rumors all day sounds pretty boring... Is there anything else you do, besides deal with drunkards?" She let out a snicker at her last remark, but her attention was finally caught completely on what he had to say.
Whitney
***"Well, when I have free time, I travel on my horse, Millie. I like to be here by nightfall, so I can do the night shift here. I was at the guild, pondering whether or not i should join, but I came to the conclusion that I should leave it for now."** He looked to the side. **"It has been a fairly long time since I last fought. Someone told me it would be best to fight, to keep these old bones going."**

He took note of the empty mug and took it from her.

**"A refill, madam?"***
Raul
She shook her head at his question and instead would reach down and begin to take off her gauntlets, placing them beside her on the counter. "Fighting is good sport," Her tone growing a bit more serious, her grin beginning to fade. "But I understand not everyone is inclined to take part."

 She huffed out a long breath. "If you worry about keeping in good shape, fighting isn't the healthiest way to go about it. But it is one of the most fun." She leaned into the counter, and seemed to study him for a moment. "I've been fighting my whole life, it's my one true passion in this world. If you need a sparring partner to help keep you in good shape, I'll happily knock you around a few knots. Just know what you're getting into before you leap head-long into it. Never can I guarantee your safety."
Whitney
*He placed the mug into the sink to be washed later. There was not enough people in the inn's bar for him to worry about washing. Upon the offer, he perked his head and looked to her.

**"You give a good offer, Miss."** He smiled at her. **"Though, I'll have to decline for now. I'm not yet confident in even sparring, thus I'd rather grow comfortable at my own time. But I appreciate the offer. I may take you up on it."** He then chuckled. **"I'll go easy on you, young lady."** He spoke jokingly.*
Raul
She smirked with a light snicker, straightening herself back up and giving her arms a good stretch. "Go easy on me? That wouldn't be any fun at all, now would it?" She let her arms fall back to her side before letting out a low yawn. "The offer will stand, if you ever want it. But I don't intend to stick around for too long without a reason."

She took another glance around the Inn, taking the time to appreciate its design and architecture. "So. You mentioned something about a fighting guild?"
Whitney
*He looked to the side for a moment, looking for a mug for himself.

**"Yes, actually. The New Sunlight guild. It's not a fighting guild, in fact, it's an adventurer's guild, so I've been told. It's the only one thus far in Salvainia. I was going to enter, but decided otherwise. I've never joined a guild in all my years of living, so I was a little... Overwhelmed with what may happen in there."** He took out a mug and poured himself some beer from the barrel, closing the tap and going back to facing her.

**"Excuse me, but I believe we did not share names."***
Raul
She blinked, taken a-back by his request for her name. It took a good moment of thought and tapping her chin before she blurted out. "Name? Name... Thick Hide. That's what everyone called me in the last port I wandered around." She gave a shrug before reaching out to prod his shoulder. "What about you, Elfy-boy? What titles have you earned?"

A few moments after she finished speaking, she rose up her voice again. "An adventurer's guild? That could be interesting enough. I might have to seek it out and see what it's all about."
Whitney
*He took a sip from his mug as she responded her name, a little taken aback by the name but perhaps it was her culture. He was not one to judge such so easily, so instead he did not want to criticize it.

**"My name is Nagnis Emberripper. A name given to me by my mother. I'm one of 8 children in the Emberripper household. Unfortunately my name is of noble descent, not something I like to broadcast. I've given up my title as a noble man. But I'll perhaps pass it down to any children later on."** He sipped again from his mug then nodded.

**"It is called New Sunlight. It's not too far down the road from here, perhaps best to check it tomorrow, when you have rested."***
Raul
She scoffed and bounced backward, throwing a few punches at the air as she yelled out obnoxiously. "Rest? I'll fight all the sleepy monsters! Bing-bang, ka-poooow!" She chuckled to herself as she blurted out various noises, seeming to have caught a second wind.

After a moment she would calm down a bit, letting her mind process what he had told her a moment earlier. "Wait, nobility? So you're rich?" She tilted her head at him, meaning her question whole-heartedly.
Whitney
*He couldn't help but cover his mouth as he chuckled uncontrollably for a few seconds while she spoke so eccentrically. It certainly brought a smile to his face!

Once she asked the question, he removed his hand and cleared his throat.

**"Was. My parents, in a way, disowned me as a result of my backlash against their nobility ways. My parents were selfish and manipulative people, something I was not ready to surround myself in. As a result, when I was 17, I moved away on my own and set out to build my own life, starting from new. I taught myself to treat others with respect, kindness, and how to be gracious with others. I'm giving and open-minded, unlike the family I grew up with."** He took a sip from the mug. **"My 5 brothers and 2 sisters were all like my parents. I was the black sheep. So I removed myself. And removing myself was the best decision. I learned to live life like it should be."***
Raul
She nodded eccentrically for a moment, almost forgetting she was still nodding before she reached out and gave him a pat on the head. "So you're as poor as Eroka, poor thing. You seem happy though, and that's what really matters! Hopefully your family is able to make a change for the better someday and you can all be together again." 

She smiled brightly, leaving her hand to rest on his head. "I like you're story, it reminds me of an old tale from my homeland that the greatest warriors always told their children! ...Except the tale doesn't end very happy. But your story better end happily!"
Whitney
*He was surprised but greatly accepted the pat on his head. His hair was silky smooth and very curly, so it bounced whenever her hand retracted.

**"I was married once. I must've been... Ooh, the grand mortal age of 25. We divorced by the time I reached 40. Now, I'm 156 years old, and I'm quite happy where I am."** He kept his sincere smile. He took another sip from his mug, finishing it of its contents.*
Raul
She ruffled his hair before she pulled her hand back to her side, grabbing her gauntlets off the counter and slipping them back onto her. "Here I was thinking you could be a brother. But I guess you're actually just a grandfather!" She stuck her tongue out at him, clearly trying to tease him.

She would then begin to turn to face the door, tightening the laces that hold her axe to her back. "Well. This was fun, but staying indoors for too long is a bad omen! ...And it's really stuffy. I think I'll find a nice sturdy tree to climb and sleep in." She stopped immeidately and turned back to him. "Actually! You have drinks here, you would have food too, right?" She cracked a devious smirk, a plan hatching in her head.
Whitney
*He chuckled at the little tease. Indeed, he was old, though in elven years, he was in fact fairly young. Still had a lot of years ahead of him.

He perked up in surprise and nodded.
**"But of course we have good. I am able to make a delicious stew with mushrooms, potatoes and meat chunks if you would like, with some bread to mop of the juices.'***
Raul
She shook her head, her grin not to budge in the slightest. "Raw meat! I haven't had the chance to eat fresh meat aside a campfire in months! ...Just nasty fish and sea food. Blech!" She scratched at the counter eagerly. "I have the bestest idea! I'll make a campfire out in the countryside and cook it all up. Then I'll eat it all until I fall asleep under the stars, nice and cozy!"
Whitney
*He couldn't help but smile. That sounded so nice actually, something even he would enjoy too. He gave a nod, almost feeling just as happy as Thick Hide. 

**"Of course, I can most certainly fetch some raw meat. Anything in particular you would like to cook for yourself?"** He asked with his head tilted to the side a little bit.*
Raul
She shook her head, just eager to get things going. "Nuh-uh. Any meat! As long as it isn't nasty fish!" She snickered and started to bounce about like a bubbly child at the thoughts in her head. "Maybe I'll even start the fire with lightning! That sounds like fun. And you could come too, if you wanted! Sitting inside all night would kill me, I don't know how anyone could stand it."
Whitney
*He kept chuckling as he went to the side and gathered some meat for her, lifting it up and putting it onto the counter.

**"No, my dear. In order to make money, I must work. This is my work. You do enjoy your time under the stars, miss."** He smiled sincerely.*
Raul
She nodded, grabbing the meat off the counter and hoisting it up over her shoulder. She slipped her fingers into her coin purse for a moment and dropped five silver coins onto the counter for him before tightening back and immediately bursting off with a loud yell. "Thanks for the drinks and the meat! Maybe we'll see eachother again sometime!"

As she burst out the door, sprinting full speed, all that could be heard in the distance was her clinking and clanking.

Alrighty, I gtg. I got less than hr to get rdy for work :p Was fun ^^