Jamie
The sergeant of the guard, strolls through the bar, her whole appearance hid under the dark militia armour, adorned by the design and carve with finest armour smith, her eyes peer through the crowd, without any suspicious and with coincidence, she took her seat beside Aldar, she has no concern against him just want to have a drink after a tiring routine and just want to be alone for a while. Her slender hand signals the bartender, ordering the same thing like the previous and recent visit, her other hand slowly reaches down into her pouch pulling out the book that she just received from the nearest bookstore.
Edward
Aldar remained unremarkable, occasionally taking a sip from his glass. He noticed a group of around 10 men, all armed with Scimitars and daggers, eying him up like he would be a good mugging victim. The fact that he had a hefty amount of money in a small pouch on his waist didn't help either, so he kept his eyes on the group through a mirror ahead of him.

"What's that you're reading?" He asked, trying to make small talk in the crowded tavern. His hand raised quickly as the bartender delivered the militia captain's drink, signalling for another pint of ale.

The man was wearing a dark, hardened steel armour set, alongside a great helm which covered a black hide mask. This mask was currently lowered down to his neck so that he could drink his refreshments properly, making his voice sound clearer as it reverberated from the helmet.
Jamie
Her eyes squint at the well armored man beside her, her eyes continue to judge him and examine him while the drink has arrived before her. She frowns in an instant as she can sense a tint of accent and her instinct tingles. She doesn't like this one already. "What a way to start a conversation nowadays, I'm reading a new book about perception and understanding of werewolf. It gives insight and view of those who trying to research werewolf." Said the sergeant as she lifts her mug to take a sip. "You are sure different, are you from the village far from here or someplace else?"
Edward
Aldar continued to keep an eye on the thugs as he answered.
"I'm not from around here. I'm from somewhere far north of here." He responded, calmly. 
He took another sip.
"Werewolves? Sounds interesting. I think I've fought one of those before."

The man retrieved a piece of paper and began to look through a list of possible locations. He was still trying to hunt down a necromancer, after all. He scratched off the name of the tavern and put the paper back into his pocket, taking another sip of ale before asking a question of his own.
"How about you? You from around here?"
Jamie
Her face frowns even more, this guy really give her the thing to be detest. Regardless, she can sense that he's cautious of something and seem occupied with something, but nothing happens as of now so the sergeant just wait. "I'm from some where from the north but they have a bit of unwelcoming point of view and rabid hating crowd so I moved here. A bit struggle but a lot safer, considering how I'm still alive." Said as she took another sip and continue to let the letters guide her time. The knight can sense some distasteful toward northerners in her voice but the sergeant is acting all normal, and not expressing it.
Nathan
My bad, ping didn't come through for me]]
Edward
The man nodded in agreement. He had experienced how unwelcoming the Northern Kingdom was.

Aldar glanced at the book that the sergeant was reading. "So, you got a name?" He asked, attempting to continue the conversation with his new acquaintance.

The group of bandits had been staring at him for a while now. They wouldn't do anything out in the street, so he knew they'd try something soon enough. He raised his glass to his mouth, pushing the helmet up enough to take a few sips before placing it back on the table.
Jamie
"The name is Riv, the sergeant of the outskirts village militia and you? Northerner" Said the Sergeant as her eyes went back to skimming on her book. She could now feel a gaze from surrounding but couldn't pinpoint the location precisely due to her indulgence of her own book. Still she places her cautious and wait for something to set out. "People nowadays, they just running and dancing for their life. Some choose violence because they kill for a pleasure of it but when they stood before their god. They just a pawn in all grand game."
Edward
"Aldar. I hunt necromancers for a living." He responded, pulling up his mask underneath his helmet and glancing at the Sergeant's book.

"Not one for Gods then?" Aldar questioned, still looking into the mirror and watching as a few of the men started to get up and look around. "I've dedicated my life to my Gods. To making sure death is a peaceful and final ordeal, not a tool for the greedy."
Jamie
"Hunting necromancers huh? Then you are here for a reason, didn't get my ears on any lead of those damn heretical cult nowadays and I thought those bastard gone extinct." Said the sergeant, her hand shut the book in a sudden, as she turning around to the surrounding just to see if anything seem out of ordinary. "To be fair, gods are the lovable, caring and sometimes selfish. I love one too but it's not by choice. Funny enough, I'm kind of devoted to my mistress. Anyways, seem like you got a necromancer to catch and those eyeing bastards waiting for your fine armour seem like, I'll just gonna sit around until something happened but you should watch yourselves around these part of the kingdom."
Edward
"I do indeed." He rose from his seat and turned towards the men who were now standing around 4 metres away from him.

As one of the bandits unsheathed a scimitar, the knight took a step forward, brandishing his own longsword. "If you want to help, I'd love some backup." He said, turning slightly to the sergeant.
Jamie
"Damn, these people got a time for something like this?" Said the sergeant as she still siting and watching the bandits and the knight stand off with eachother. Her slender hand grips onto her glass before lifting it up and finish her drink. "I'm quite bored... But this is getting interesting." Riv swivels backward facing them then pushes herself from the stool. Swiftly unsheathed her blade from its cover. "By the order of the militia, these people are under arrest. However giving me some gold might make it change my mind." She said and end with a jestering laugh before changing her facial expression back to fit the serious nature of the situation before her. (