Tommie
"A-ah..." Naomi yelped by the sudden interjection, but was quick to silence it by covering her mouth. After regaining composure, she looked back and saw another Silnari wearing a pig mask. Squinting her eyes Naomi refocused her eyes on the book.

"Yeah ha ha... What's up with you then? You have some a connection with pigs or something?" She chuckled to herself as she flipped more pages to find the correct anatomy of the Kemonomimi's ear composition, showing only one pair of ears. Like she knew...

"So." Closing the book to finally humor the elf, she eyed him from head to toe, then smiled again. "You really have uh... An obsession of pigs, huh? Well, to each their own I assume." Naomi shrugged. "Not like I have any care what you do in your free time." If Terrel wanted to also examine Naomi, he would find that she wears a white, sqaure-rimmed glasses with black and brown diamond patterned blouse with a white collar and a red ribbon alongside leather armor. With it she wore black baggy shorts, long black socks and black boots to fit. She had no weapons on hand, and that's because both her quiver and her heavy crossbow were leaned on the leg of the table. 

"Anyways, name's Naomi. A pristine Silnari village hunter, or uh... I guess I'm just a sharpshooter by now. So, you gonna introduce yourself, or is one of your hobbies just stalking random ladies in the library?"
Michele
"You can call it that."*The Elf would say casually to answer her question about his supposed obsession with pigs. Terrel would walk past her, reaching towards one of the higher shelves to grab a scroll that sat precariously atop it.*"Or you can just say the mask matched too well with the hair for me not to go with the aesthetic. Adds some uniqueness to it. But if you are curious of there being any connection, I did work on a farm once if that means anything."*It of course didn't. The whole pig mask thing came from something else in life, but he figured this to be a better answer towards the assumptions she made.

He'd place the scroll down on the table not too far away, soon resting his palm against it so he could gaze back at the Elf while using the table as added support of something to lean on.*"Name's Terrel. Mercenary. But I guess I'm just a traveler doing my own thing now."*He'd say, making his own introduction similar to hers, except with his own experience added to his words.*"I just came for the map, finding someone struggling to understand the most basic anatomy of a common race around here was just a plus in my book."*He'd say back, a more smug grin appearing on his face at the other Silnari. It wasn't often the Elf got along with his own kind granted his ideals towards the empire as a whole, but he'd find himself fortunate enough to encounter anything other than a Lathian. His experience with them were seemingly much worse than others he had come to notice.*

"Hunting down a Kemonomimi I'm guessing?"*He'd ask the Elf.*"Or rather filling in a lesson you must have missed in the academy."*Of course magic school was a completely different story. Looking her over, the Elf would have just assumed her another mage if not for the crossbow resting near her. It was one thing they shared, though Terrel took more preference in up close combat.*
Tommie
"Must have a bad sense of smell I guess. I couldn't imagine the stench of it for the first days you got that." Naomi sighed as she carefully watched his movements as he grabbed a scroll from one of the shelves. *Another farmer* She thought as she too got up and put the book back in its place, that was enough information for now. Sitting back in her chair she decided that she wanted to talk more, just to cool her brain down.

"Yeah, I got the picture. It's pretty much the same for me. I just uh... Just didn't want to live the slow life anymore. I was only an archer just to kill wild pigs and small animals for food. Well, I was also trained to eye safe berries, but that's a story for another time." The elf smiled as she let her legs swing from side to side as she let him explain his own life story. Which only went to add another insult to her. 
"Yeah, sorry that I grew up on a village that decided to 'isolate' themselves to just be pure-Silnaris, yet traded with humans for various crafted items." From the start to now, she never knew the reasoning behind isolating themselves, and because of that, she not only humiliated herself, but is getting berated again because of the lack of info she didn't grow up with.

"I guess you can say a little bit of both." She decided to leave out the fact that she had a little score to settle against a Kemonomimi she encountered, yet a hint of scorn was present when she had replied to his remark. 
"Also, an academy? No... I'm not a mage. We never had a place for mages to excel, much less being taught."
Michele
"Well I didn't skin a pig to get it."*The Elf would say back to her at the statement of the mask smelling bad. To any luck of his, even if it did smell so bad, it didn't really cover his nose too much to force him to suffocate under it in that sense. He'd take a seat in one of the chairs at the table, sinking down into it as he'd rest his arm on the table and would glance over towards the Elf in listening to her speak about her own experience growing up.*

"Hey I grew up in the Steppes."*He'd say in his own defense with her making the comment of growing up isolated.*"But I still made sure to know that all ears have bones in them."*It was more of general knowledge at any rate, though Terrel didn't know what complete isolation would have done to the person. Even if just Silnaris, the miseducation was simply an embarrassment towards Elven kind. Actually Terrel was alright with that. Elves typically needed the reality check at times. Some more than others.*

"So you're hunting down a Kemonomimi to fill in a lesson you've missed about them."*The Elf would conclude from her answer of why she was learning about them. The excitement from her previous words in reading seemed to carry a reason less cold, but he took it as she decided to hand it out. He would, however, raise an eyebrow quizzically at her saying they never had a place for mages. Terrel hardly knew an Elven place that didn't.*"Hardly much of a Silnari without it, wouldn't you say?"*He'd half question in his own experience with Elves disliking the idea of one of their own not being able to wield the basic element.*