Lester
Ameia Morrow
Tonate Proper - the Stilts

There was a moment of doubt when Fabian started to walk. Ameia didn't know him, and she had just tried to get him beaten up by blaming a crime on him. Should she know better than to join him? Probably. But like most of the time her curiosity won, and she quickly joined him. He was an outsider anyway- she knew these streets like the back of her hand. She would be fine.

"Sounds like the Isles. Welcome!" Ameia exclaimed in a half joking manner, "Which poor bastard did you save?"
While talking her eyes kept shifting between the makeshift houses they passed, thanks to the fading light of the sunset most smaller alleys, mostly just gaps between the houses, looked like black holes.
"Aye. Been here for most of my life by now, I live close to here. I'm Ameia."
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**

Tonate Proper, The Stilts

"Uhhh... I don't quite know, I suppose the King? It was the folk at the ball- the Skaggerlies were the culprits- I think?" He said with a chuckle, hand still resting in the pommel of his blade, giving glances behind them, cloak billowing. "I... I don't remember it, to be honest," He said with a Shrug, before nodding and glancing at her. "Then I will walk you home, you saved me from being stripped to nothing or worse, so it's the least I could do."

As he walked, he continued to clean his face, blood still slowly trickling from his nose, falling back and letting her lead. For being a sell-sword, he had impressive equipment. The Breastplate under his cloak was- high end, the blade on his hip seemed to be commissioned- maybe a hand me down? As her eyes shifted, she found Fabian picked up on it and brought his icy eyes to bear on the shadows, watching them carefully. "I come from the North, so the south has proven to be an interesting experience, to say the least. But since I got an offer I dare not refuse, the isle's might be my home for the foreseeable future."
Lester
Ameia Morrow
Tonate Proper - the Stilts

It seemed like she would almost trip over her own feet once she realised exactly which assassination he meant. 
"You were one of them that saved Bradai?" The way her head snapped back and her face tensed up made very clear she wasn't in favour of what happened. Ofcourse she had heard of it, despite not being there. Everyone had heard of it at this point. Ameia had thought it was stupid to even try something at such a crowded event, but ever since the ships had left the harbour she had heard more and more rumours about how the Skaggerlies weren't the only ones that had it out for the Maith family. 
As she bit through the slight anger that had made its way up, she grinned.
"Do you think I need your protection?" She now fully turned back, walking backwards a few steps while dramatically putting her hand against her forehead as if fainting, continuing in what was supposed to be some fancy, mainland, noble tone, "Oh no, my Lord, whatever shall this Lady have to do when she gets mud all over her golden laid, silver lined, dress?"
Though the gesture was nice, she was used to this walk, and with the darkness as her cover she could move around almost unseen. Besides, they only needed to cross a few more lines of huts before they got to grounds where she could consider herself safe, yet she didn't decline either.

"You're from the North?" Just as fast as the earlier annoyance had come, it seemed to make place for interest. "You're a long way from home. How North?"

Ameia couldn't hide her eagerness, she didn't get to speak to a lot of people from her past home, they were so far apart that there were few who travelled to the Isles. Time after time she proved that there was something that this island couldn't satisfy in her.

"An offer that was too good to refuse, or one with nasty consequences in doing so?" She had turned around again earlier, and continued to walk on. She seemed to feel no shame or secrecy at all about asking anything. "Now I'm curious who you've found to give you such an offer."
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**
Tonate Proper - The Stilts

"Well- more the others than me..." *He said with a shrug of his shoulders. Looking away for a moment as they walked past the homes, still on alert for other assailants, giving a thoughtful glance at her.* "Do you disapprove? Trust me, I won't do anything, just protected order where I could, since if anything happened, innocents may have died." He said simply and concisely before seeming to flush at her second portrayal, stumbling over his words for a moment. "T-that's not what I mean. It always helps to have another person with you is all..." He mumbled, slightly amused at the accurate portrayal, although concerned he had insulted her. Quickly distracted by her mention of the north- which brought him back to that normal composure.

"The Witherland's... Ashfield to be exact. It has been- a long journey." He muttered, looking down to his sword for a moment, before giving her a small smirk paired with a raised eyebrow. "Why, planning a trip to the cozy north?- oh and it's just a job offer, so both. I had no money after coming here, I was relying on finding work..." He paused for a moment, although seeming to watch her carefully, white hair falling in curls over his face- his hair was oddly styled for someone who looked like a knight. "A member of Clan Drase, although it's more an offer to see if I am right for what he's looking for.."