Eric
"Shank."

*Shank pauses for a moment. Obviously, his strong moral compass nearly stops him from outright lying. However, part of him really didn't want to tell this Silvani lord's subject about how he was an escaped slave. He finishes his food, far more grateful for it than it would seem, and continues to walk.*

"I... Heard good things about Silnaria and wanted to see. I'm a wanderer."

*Not exactly the truth, but...*
Mario
*Nox noticed a slight pause before before Shank replied. Perhaps he was thinking of a reason or was he closed off? Nox thought to himself but ended up giving him the benefit of the doubt. Nox picked up his riding pace when Shank finished his food.*

"It's Dangerous to wander around. No wonder you were robbed. Tell me more Shank, what did you hear about Silnaria that made you come here?" Nox asked?

Ooc: Sorry for the late reply I just woke up
Eric
*Shank looks over to Nox for just a second, simultaneously confused and relieved that the man believes he was robbed.*

"The people living in Silnaria are rich... That much I've been told. I see that it's true."

*Shank motions to the buildings around him. His eyes scan across the streets, and he even smirks just a tad as he says that the stories are true. Probably the first sign of emotion from him.*

"I want to go back and tell them I got to see. But that might be hard."
Mario
*Nox thought for a while about what Shank said; the rich in Silnaria was very rich indeed, but the poor was beyond your standard definition of poor. Besides, The Silnaria Empire was not as influential and rich as it once had been. He then thought about himself and the pay he received as a Battlemage and how much he would had made as a Merchant like his father.*

"You might be stuck in Silnaria for while to be completely honest." *Nox said absent-mindedly.*

*Shaking those thoughts away, he said:* "Tell me more about yourself; where are you from?"
Eric
*Shank furrows his brow. Well, that elf from the camp could've told him **That** About the so called "Riches". He tilts his head a bit, mostly weighing up the fact that he was probably an idiot for believing the man's obviously rose tinted glasses so easily.*

*After this little self discussion, Shank begins to lightly swing around his staff, spinning it round his hands as he weighs up telling the mage the truth. Eventually, he.. Hints at it.*

"The Silvain Empire. My roots are from the Beastkin Tribe. Forceful eviction, if you get my meaning... You tell me something about yourself now."
Mario
"The Salvain Empire? I was just at their academia doing research."

*Nox thought about what Shank said and shrugged. Beastkin tribes were not treated well in the Salvain Empire, but that was far from being his business.*

"Well, I was sent to become a mage by my merchant parents. I did well, but a summoning went wrong and I left the academy and now I work as a Battlemage." *Nox said without revealing too much information.*
Eric
*Shank opens his mouth to ask a question... And stops, waving his hand dismissively. He then looks up to Nox.*

"You should be proud. That's a brilliant line of work."

*He walks a little more.*

"What kind of work would we be doing?"
Mario
*Brilliant? Nox thought to himself. The job was not as fulfilling as he had thought it would be, but it would not matter for too long. He would soon set into motion plans that would elevate his position.*

"From what I've gathered about you I'll assume that you can do quite a lot of things, but not too well at this point. My guess is that you would be hired to act something like a squire." *Nox said and rode on.*