Elana
*Terrel's thoughts weren't far from reality. She'd packed up all her things already by the time he had arrived in the shop and all that was left was taking the inventory down into storage so that it would not be stolen and locking up. Perhaps not the moment he left, but the morning right after. With M'ra's absent minded attitude, it took her a few seconds to register that the voice she had been eavesdropping on along with a dozen others had been directed at her, a derpy smile forming itself on her cheeks as she reached a hand out and waved energetically.*

"Friend, haha! I've still got connections!" *She exclaimed on a rather strange point, one which you would not understand unless you knew what was going on inside that strange head of hers. Not even Kejomuj knew that, though.* "You are a mister Bales, aren't you? Fancy meetin' ya here mate, I was about t' go to the inn. What're ye up to now?"
Curtis
*Terrel would come to a stop as he neared her, a towering structure compared to the short dwarf, but a rather passive structure in meeting her again.*"It's Terrel."*He'd eventually say to answer her question.*"Surely you don't call all your customers by their surname outside of your shop."*The Elf would raise a hidden eyebrow, rather curious about it. The mention of connections felt strange, though he could only assume it had something to do with her not knowing anyone personally in Salvania in originating from Silnaria.*

"Was just going to head to the stables actually. Carl's been stuck there for a while since I've been here and I figured he was just starting to get a bit bored standing around in the stalls all day waiting."*The Elf would explain, suggesting he'd at least been here for a few days already.*"You want to come with? Still got some daylight hours to burn in the meantime."*He'd say, tilting his head up towards the sky.*"Unless you've already made plans for the day."
Elana
*A short chuckle left M'ra as Terrel pointed out her way of naming customers. Truth be told, she simply wasn't used to being outside the shop for very long. The only people she really spoke to casually in the last few years were the staff of that wonderful little cafe.* "Sorry sorry, I'm just not used t' bein' out here yet. Been a while since I traveled." *A hand went up to the back of her head, scratching frivolously as she tapped the tip of her boot against the floor.*

*It was nice that she'd found a friend already, maybe it'd make her quest to find stories to tell even easier than she'd expected her golden tongue to make it.* "I haven't made any plans, no. Just got here, in fact! I'd be happy t' come with ya. Little travel around with Carl on the prairie?" *The prairie bit was more of a figure of speech, but she did think it would be nice. She wondered, though, if it would be ethical to allow the horse to take both Terrel, M'ra and her more than a little heavy armour.*
Curtis
"Well if by prairie you mean however much field space the stables give us to work with, then yeah I suppose traveling on the prairie would be correct."*He'd say, mostly thinking aloud before gesturing for her to follow as he would return to the path he was originally on to head out towards the stables.*

"On the bright side, I'm sure the Capitol will keep you busy for a while. Never know what may happen out here. Well at least for any newcomer to it. I guess it wouldn't be any different to you traveling around Silnaria after a while, eh?"*He'd say, glancing back to her while he walked. Terrel wasn't sure how well adapted she was to the Capitol, though who knows? He was sure she traveled around occasionally if not just for some vacation time from the shop. Much like this now, he assumed.*
Elana
*Her boots tapped along the path as she followed Terrel closely, her hands held behind her back and fiddling with some of the fabric in her dress.* "Yeah, just goin' about and giving Carl a little breathing space, hm?" *Her nostrils flared for a moment as she looked to the side, noticing a restaurant and immediately starting to salivate with a distracted look.*

*Gulping down, she turned back to Terrel to respond to him.* "So long as there's somewhere for me to commune with Kejomuj, I'll be fine. I certainly would like t' know more about this place though. Elves everywhere, it's like the nightmare of yer average cave dweller, haha!" *M'ra thought back to her childhood in the Caverns. There was barely any mention of elves save for the occasional offhanded comment based on old, ooooold stories that painted them in a bad light, no doubt from times before their people had been blessed with their new home in Praisia. Though she knew that this problem only really existed amongst the common people of her home, it was one of the biggest reasons she'd come here, or out of the Caverns in general. To bring stories of her home so that the world would understand them better, and to bring them back so that they could understand the world better. How would a dwarven child who'd only ever heard his father's occasional jokes about walking into a bar with a human and an elf know what to think about either of those two if he'd never seen them?* 

"I haven't travelled in a few years though, since I set up shop really. This'll be my fourth journey. My first was when I just left home, then I took a break for a year in Ulnoor. After my second journey, I settled down in a village taking care of some kids at an orphanage in Lymia. Third journey took me back to Ulnoor, and now this is my fourth!"
Curtis
"Not a fan of the Elves?"*He'd question her casually, making a sort of playful jab to her at it. He already knew most people didn't like Elves, whether or not she was one of them would make it all the more ironic for staying in Silnaria all this time. Then again, some do have that mindset of keeping their friends close and their enemies closer.

There were times when Terrel didn't favor elves either and their uptight and privileged attitude often warranted by them being able to use magic and build empires, neither of which he cared much for. Of course that didn't allow him to be rid of the stereotypes however, but at this point he had grown used to them. The Elf would silently fold his arms behind his back, his cloak covering him completely save for his head and legs. He had come to prefer walking like this, allowing him to conceal any weaponry while also looking more passive as he walked.

He'd listen to M'ra talk about her travels, only going on about four journeys in her time. She didn't really get out that often did she? He supposed four would sound like a lot to those who typically stuck in one place, but he had been traveling back and forth so often over the years, it seemed like such a minuscule amount.*"Guessing the shop is being well taken care of while you're gone then?"*He'd ask her.*
Elana
"Not a fan? Oh absolutely not, I'm fine with 'em. Just a little... People back home are ignorant t' how other nations are. Each different culture seems t' be really self centred. I wanna change that, let everyone know we're not so different." *M'ra defensively put her hands up to either side of her head, waving them dismissively as she chuckled nervously. Her father wasn't one of those people, luckily, thanks to her mother's intervention with her own tales of travels.*

*The question on her shop certainly was a good one though. She thought back to the playful servant at her favourite cafe with a smile.* "Yeah, I expected I'd leave someday so I made the shop with preparations t' lock everything away and keep it safe. I gave Shalah some coin to make sure everything's still tight and secure and contact the authorities if it ain't, even though she wanted to refuse the coin pretty adamantly..." *Rather than it being a short time, with M'ralind's lifespan it was likely that it matched up or even exceeded with Terrel's. Each of her journeys was a long period of time, she just classified them based on whether she'd settled down between travels.*
Curtis
*The Elf would suddenly turn onto another path, the stables appearing distantly from them as he'd continue to make his way towards the fenced off area. It seemed everything was all settled with the shop and all. Maybe he'd go visit again whenever all the traveling was done. It most certainly had plenty of supplies for an adventurer. Much like the store he and Manon had gone to earlier before the terrible events that followed. 

A thought would seemingly come to his mind as he would find himself looking over to her in silently studying the dwarf. The crimson eyes and paler skin. It would be bold of him to make any assumptions without any real evident of it besides the vials that she had at the store. It was there he had come to know of there being artificial blood or at least store bought ones at best, but in trying to get one here, it only seemed to sicken his vampiric companion whether intentional or not.*"Can I ask you something?"*The Elf would ask her in a rather thoughtful tone.*
Elana
*M'ralind's boots kept making a constant, dull thud as the pair walked along. She could barely remember her 20th birthday, when she'd gotten them. The amounts of coin she'd thrown away that day as her eyes glittered and the corners of her mouth filled with drool. Oh how wonderful the leathery clacks of these boots were when they hit the floor!

...It had been a while of just hearing those boots. Her ears had just began scanning for other voices to eavesdrop on when Terrel spoke again. Her head turned to him, eyebrows raised and those perfectly crimson eyes staring at his own.* "Ask away. I don't have any secrets t' hold back. Kejomuj doesn't forbid them, but it's certainly a nice thing to not have secrets." *The corners of her lips turned up into a calmer smile, more thoughtful than her normal ecstatic nature.*
Curtis
*With her permission, he'd turn his gaze away to focus more on where he was heading.*"Back at your shop, I noticed that you sold these blood vials."*He'd begin, recalling the memory relatively easily with his quick scan of the shop while M'ra had been sharpening his sword for him. That was another supply he has yet to grab while he was out, especially with his new weaponry.*"What were they for?"

*Instead of asking her outright, he'd figure it would have been best to find out their own purpose in being sold. At least then he could confirm if they were meant for vampires to drink. That would at least get rid of the factor of it being used as some kind of poison while also raising the question of why the store vial had made his companion so ill. Were there different kinds? He wasn't so sure, but one thing was for certain, they may need to find some vials elsewhere.*
Elana
"What were they for..?" *The question seemed almost stupid to M'ralind. I mean, what else is blood for but satanic ri-* "It's for vampires. I felt like a supply of it would be good for Ulnoor's population, plus it means free sustenance for me so I don't have to go hunting myself for it." *It was just like her to totally forget that she hadn't told Terrel that she was one. Then again, if someone couldn't tell from her outwardly appearance, then they usually were the type that's ignorant enough to also hate her for it.* 

"Don't worry though, they we're synthetic. I've been trying to find out how to make them for myself for the journey, and I can make something *Edible*, but it ain't taste good at all yet, haha." *With a nervous chuckle at her own continued failures, which totally didn't end with her looking like a bloody maiden out of some cheesy horror novel, she gave a confident smile to Terrel to enforce the harmlessness of the vials.* "Haven't put any of them on the store though."
Curtis
"Right, right."*He'd say in silent agreement as he walked, mostly thinking to himself. So they were made for vampires and it seems his suspicions were correct about the Dwarf. But if that was the case, why would Manon react so badly to it? Surely the blood was all the same at the end of the day unless it was intentionally tainted. It was too bad she didn't have any on her. It would have made his job easier at least.*

"Do you know how exactly they're made?"*He'd ask.*"Or at least where to get them from? Let's just say, tried buying one for a vampire once and, it did not stay down. Might have been poisoned or something, but I'm not too sure where else to get any."*He'd explain briefly to her. She did mention trying to make some of her own despite the taste being bad. He wasn't so concerned about the taste so long as they could keep it down and satisfy whatever need there was drinking blood. Then again, he also doubted she'd be willing to test it out again after what happened earlier. Maybe just letting Okami do his thing was the better option, at least monetarily at this rate.*
Elana
"Didn't stay down? Don't tell me it was one of those purist weirdos who throw away their pride in their homeland for their *VAmPiRiC* Superiority." *The dwarf crossed her arms as she huffed out in disappointment. Those guys were just an absolute pain to deal with. Then again, with how rare vampires were, it really was a very, very tiny minority. It hadn't stopped M'ra and her mother from meeting them in the past though.*

"How they're made? Well, as I said, I've been experimenting on how to make some. Doubt a supremacist would down that though. It's edible, it gives what it's supposed to, it just won't taste very good." *Terrel should probably correct the dwarf's misconception before it went much further.* "For it to be poisoned though, you'd either have to have a shop owner that hates vampires or you're being hunted by some total arse!"
Curtis
"No she's just a vampire that's bad at... Being a vampire I suppose."*He'd respond with a tired sigh. The fence line for the stable grew closer and coming upon it, the Elf would find himself leaning against against it while he'd stare out towards the field.*

"She tried it, then vomited back up later."*He'd explain.*"I don't know anything about synthetic blood, but I'm pretty sure that's now how it usually works with Vampires and if she can't keep it down then I guess I'm stuck with my other traveling companion just letting her feast on him. Which he seems fine with, so I guess I can just leave him to it if we're ever stuck with that."*He'd stand back upright, seeing as he already used up a lot of time thinking of another method.*"Would you mind us getting the chance to test out whatever you're able to make? Wouldn't want to waste your own batch or anything, but it's our only other option until we can find a shop less likely to be against vampires around here."