Leroy
*Ah Pinaccelia... Land best used for its sea and slave trades. Nothing screamed an Elven land more. Well high Elven anyways. Terrel would walk through the main city that sat adjacent to the coast, just close enough for the salty air to meet his nose. The Elf never cared to associate with the higher elves when traveling through their land, naught because of their questionable morality of their trades, but more so how haughty they typically were for their standings among others. Well that and he kept himself more secluded when wandering through bigger Capitols.

The Elf would make his way through the main streets, occasionally passing glances at those that stared too long as if in recommendation to look elsewhere which, with a pig mask on, may have come across differently, something more defiant. His horse followed behind him, his saddlebags visible as the Elf looked to find a good shop to restock on supplies while he was here. He'd wish to just pass through, though if he left without getting anything, he'd probably come to regret it later.*
Jimmie
*Compared to the harsh scents and sounds of the Irtutian dock towns, the Pinnecelian coasts were far softer, almost elegant. The hustle and bustle of commerce was still present, but the edges of said work were smoothed. At least, that's how it felt to Ikehara, who had experienced both worlds along the sea. Her ears twitched inquisitively despite her stony expression as she cantered down the main road, her draft horse whinnying softly. Her crossbow sat drawn in her lap, the bolt glinting dully - as it was a warning bolt, blunted at the end to leave little lasting damage.*
**"A far grander city, but a port town nonetheless... More merchants than fisherman, this time. Mayhaps the food will be more pleasant..."**
*She mused to herself in Runran, searching once more for a place to eat.*
Leroy
*Terrel would walk by, his gaze shifting to the woman as he passed. He found his eyes falling upon her crossbow as it sat out in the open.*"Subtle aren't you?"*He'd find himself saying to her, a hint of amusement in his words with the knowledge of having his own crossbow and sword tucked away from view. While she seemed to keep it out as a warning for others, Terrel found preference in leaving it as a surprise for anyone who dared attempt to get the one up on him. At least this way they wouldn't be prepared prior. His horse would let out a quiet huff of air, almost as sort of greeting in noticing her steed after going some time without seeing another.*
Jimmie
*The comment would cause Ikehara to halt her steed, the draft horse easing to a stop and turning to face the other equine - returning a similar huff. The Okamimi leered at Terrel a moment as she sized him up, slowly noticing his concealed weapons, though unsure of what they were specifically.*
"Subtlety isn't something I concern myself with, Silnari. Who are you to speak of inconspicuousness?"
*She'd fire back, raising a loose hand to point at his mask, smirking slightly.*