Neal
*After a fair and long time missing from the general populace Syele had made her return back to New Salvainia. The Oriate would take in the city once more looking about at the crowds of people going through their daily lives along with herself simply blending into the endless wave of people flocking through the streets. Really, truly, nothing much had changed about Syele in the terms of the person she was, as always she continued to look at a few folks with her typical dead stare with her hollow eyes that just as ever portrayed not a hint of emotion.* "Home at last... I do suppose..." *The Oriate muttered under her breathe and continued to walk about the streets rather mindlessly trying to determine what she wanted to do now that she was actually back in Salvainia. She could return home to her house, but then again there wouldn't be much for good memories after her old friend Theron disappeared without much of a trace.*

*The Oriate also considered the fact that she would have to purchase some new clothes as her old ones were reduced down to rags in her travels searching for him just to turn up empty. Quite actually, she almost looked like a beggar with her hair a mess and a bit of a unclean look to herself overall, truly her quest took a good chunk of her pride away as well if for anything. Eventually, Syele would let out a sigh and rested against a wall as she watched the crowds go for a time being while trying to consider what she should do with herself now that most of her absence was for nothing in the end.*
Mary
*Amsu would have been leaning against the table that made up his stall in the town square. He had worked in this place for at least two years, from when he could remember, but he could never get used to the droves of people that would pass him by every day. If people needed help they would ask for help, he somewhat understood that, but sometimes he really wished he could just get lucky and stretch his hand out to someone that he knew needed it.*

*Today was most likely not that day, but while he had been scanning the crowd he picked up on a rather pale and desolate looking Oriate. She seemed to have been very weary from some kind of travel... Her clothes backing up that thought from how worn they all were from the natural elements and such other predicaments they've likely faced. He guessed he should approach her and offer some of his services, and if she turned him down, he could at least point her to a inn or tavern nearby.*

*And so, with those thoughts, the neko kemonomimi known as Amsu got up out of his seat and approached the woman with a smile.* "Hi there, miss. If you aren't feeling too well you could come visit my stall... I can give you a quick check up and make sure everything about you is fine." *Finishing his quick introduction, his twin tails would sway side to side behind him, waiting for a response.*
Neal
*Syele simply gave the neko kemonomimi the thousand yard stare of death with a hint of disgust in her facial expression, her eyes were rather dark and just simply held his reflection in them as she then stood up fully to her feet just being an inch taller than the lad. The jackal of an Oriate was covered in severe burn scars along with several others that variety across their body from her times of questing. She'd continue to stare at the Oriate for a simple time before finally speaking.* "My overall health is just fine... I wouldn't consider that much of an issue to begin with since right now I am just considering what I should be doing right about now... Cat." *Her words were rather bitter, making the oriate more so unapproachable as she then suddenly let out a heavy cough into her armpit with her eyes squinting in annoyance from it.*

"If anything of note I wouldn't care to visit your stall for a short period just for a rest, it's been quite some time since I've returned to Salvainia and I rather take a rest before going on to my home since it bares a bit of a more so bitter taste in my mouth." *Syele explained, her unyielding glare not giving up for a second, the oriate would then simply walk around the neko without much care for his presence but regardless she went over to the stall and took a short sit wherever she could find one for the time being. 'Bloody fucking hell...' She thought to herself while staring at the neko with a filthy look that was equivalent to getting slapped.*
Mary
*Amsu sighed to himself while feeling a bit... Attacked. Sure he's dealt with quite a few people of her type before, but he never could really get used to it. Some people just didn't really like to be helped he supposed, and that idea a lot of people stuck to just couldn't cement itself in his head. So even though her aggression to his care was quite obvious, Amsu decided to rather carelessly play with that fire... Seating himself next to her in the spare stool he had at the table.*

"You seem to have a rather bad cough, do you mind if I give you some treatment? I've focused most of my experiences on medicinal and magical body care. Of course not everything's for free, but I make sure it doesn't cost as much as most would demand." *While speaking, he'd make sure to look her over for any other obvious wounds or infections... Although the scarring was rather unique. With his experience in healing he didn't really tend to create a lot of scars. Maybe she was some sort of scary battle hardened assassin? As he thought about it, his twin tails would coil around each other... For whatever reason.*
Neal
*Syele looked over at the neko for the time being while letting out an audible huff of air before looking up to avoid eye contact for the time being.* "I am a bit of a healer myself, a rather skilled one at that to say the least and if I wanted my illness treated I would had taken care of it myself. That's not to say your offer is not welcomed, but I have my preferences and I don't intend to live for ever." *She muttered out before returning her attention back to the other oriate.* "My name is Syele Husen of the merchant branch, I suppose any renown my name bared in Salvainia before my departure is quite... Well... Frankly as dead as I am on the inside." *The woman remarked, adjusting herself in the stool ever so slightly along with her mouth opening to revealed a roll of threatening teeth ever time she would speak, clearly more sharp than those of a normal Oriate.*

"You seem to be the kind type, puss, I do hope that doesn't ever come to bite you one day. I could had very well been a criminal or anything of that nature, and yet you would had been willing to affiliate with me despite that risk. Honestly, that kind of trust tends to be of a dangerous path especially with the wrong people... But then again most people don't consider myself much of a threat due to how frail I look in general." *The jackal spoke with a dull tone, not giving a trace to their mood or feelings of the situation, they however did present themselves as rather difficult at the time as she continue to speak.* "But I suppose while I am here I have some time to speak to you, puss, I am just returning from a search for a dead friend of mine and quite frankly some chatter would be good to ease my tension from the journey." *Her eyes eventually returned to Amsu, the emptiness still presenting itself per the normal.* "Do you happen to own a home or just this stall here? I suppose, with how you offer your services so willingly to others you are not one for making a profit." *She stated coldly.*
Mary
*The name Husen sort of rung a bell in the back of little Amsu's head, but he decided to ignore that right now... There were more intriguing things he wanted to get to first.* "Dead on the inside? That's a rather bold statement to make when you decide to act with such liveliness. Your eyes can be very alive when you want them to, with your preference of staring daggers." *He smiled to himself, continuing the small examinations he wanted to get down during the time that she was still willing to be near him.*

"It's rather basic too, but it's flattering that you can be extending some worry my way. I like to help people, and if they accept it I do what I can. I've met quite a few people who weren't the most honest or decent... But if they needed care I would give it to them. It's not like I blindly trust them to get better, or to suddenly give up on anything that's ambitiously selfish... But if no one gives them a chance or two, how do you expect anything to change?" *He would continue on what could be interpreted as a heartfelt rant, when she mentioned that his kindness could bite him one day... And it wasn't like he didn't know that. He stuck with that mindset for many days of his life, ever since he left home. Everything has the option or means to change, it's just a matter of perspective and how others can effect that perspective. At least, to his way of thinking.*

*Then finally, he got to the point that interested him the most... A journey for her possibly dead comrade, and some sort of inquiry into Amsu's personal life. This woman was rather unpredictable, with how she likes to seemingly balance two different facades.* "If you're looking to ease your tension, I could guide you to a really good tavern I spend time at every now and then. The people there are rather lively, and they wouldn't mind cheering someone up... But I do have my own cottage, since that interests you for whatever reason~." *His tails would slowly uncoil as he rested his head on his hands.*
Neal
*At first Syele consider the neko to be a rather 'generic' friendly type of person who tends to look on the brighter side of life even if it's on fire and burning to the ground which just caused her to just squint at him with even more disguise at the time as the jackal eyes went a rather more so dark. She didn't typically like his type, they had a very limited grasp on realism in her opinion, but none the less she simply crossed her legs while sitting on the stool with her jackal like tail hanging low to the ground behind her.* "Puss, I am dead on the inside for reason beyond your understanding, life has no interest for me nor will it ever quite frankly." *She stated flatly, before opening her serrated teeth filled mouth again to speak on his second matter.*

"As well, you shouldn't take my words as flattery, no not at all. You see, I look at people like you for the ones who die quicker than most because they tend to help too much when they do little to help themselves when the time comes around to it. A lack of survival instinct to say the least... If that would be too harsh to assume then do keep it to yourself, I have had one too many bark up at me when I frankly say things as how I truly see them." *Syele spoke and lightly gestured with her hands sharply as she spoke, but notably her eyes would shift likely to the side every now and again watching people to her side that would be out of a normal person's view now and again.*

"Additionally, a tavern wouldn't be of much interest to me since drinking my sores away wouldn't be of my taste and more so if they were people of any interest to me they would simply come to my home instead of meeting in some drafty tavern to wenches and whores..." *She muttered aloud while the jackal continued to gesture and move about oddly in her chair before snapping back to the fact of his imply with the last statement.* "Do you take yourself for a whore lad? I heard a hint of a wisp at the end of that statement implying such."
Mary
*Amsu sighed rather loudly... This Syele woman truly enjoyed sapping the life out of everything and anything around her. For someone who fancied the thought of her being superior in survival aspects, she sure drops the ball when it comes to interactions with her own species.* "Forgive me for being so rude, but do you enjoy the idea of sadism? You make it hard to be around you, if you're going to be constantly insulting me. Even if you think you're so intelligent in pointing all those things out, it's not so far of a stretch to say you have a completely opposite problem... With how your lack of tact or trust is going to stab you in the back when you need it the most."

*Leaning himself against the table, Amsu looked into her eyes and thought about something nicer to say... This depressing vacuum of Syele's starting to effect him mentally. He was saying things that he usually wouldn't want to say, but this person seemed way too ignorant to him.* "... In any case. Paying you back for mean assumptions, I'm assuming you have a home around here as well? Seeing to it as the common folk in the tavern are somehow beneath you, your eminence~?" *Speaking the sentence in a rather mocking tone, he'd pout while swinging his legs off of the stool back and forth.*
Neal
*The jackal simply touched the tip of her fingers to her chin at the question of her being into sadism and gave a concerning grin of expression that had a sense of dread to it.* "To say I enjoy the thought of sadism would not be a lie, I do enjoy the pain of others to say the least... Well, frankly because the world deserves it and so do many others as well. To say I am victimless to my judgement would be a lie, I too would deserve to burn or die in a painful manner, but when it comes down to the end of it I have little care to my well being. As well, of course it's hard to be around me... I disfavor people altogether in the short run, yet for some reason my old friend tolerated me... Because maybe I was a bit kinder back then, but now it's a little different because the only person I grew to trust again betrayed me like everyone else in the world so frankly, yes, I enjoy pain of others and the pain of myself as well. So even furthermore, to your question will not having trust stab me in the back someday? Likely, but I'll ravish in it." *The Oriate's eyes had an almost demonic presence to them as she finished her little speech and let out a sigh as she took in an inhale of breath before continuing.*

"But yes, I do have a home here in Salvainia... As well... Do not assume me as one for a 'royal' taste or a spoiled bitch for that matter... A bitch you could consider me, but a spoiled one is not for of that statement. I have very little good memories at my home to say the least with all that has happened there over the time I've spent in this area. I suppose you take me as an pain in the ass right now, yet if anything, do remember you were the one who had asked me to come and speak with you along with your generous offer to concern yourself with my health. Ay? See? It's already biting you in the ass." *She muttered slightly under her breath while then leaning back and looking up at the sky with a rather broken look in a sense.*
Mary
*Amsu would start tapping his fingers against the table as he was now starting to get frustrated. So what if she was right? It's not like he expected her to be such a difficult person! God, it was almost as similar of an experience to that thief... Yet somehow worse. This definitely was not the day he was hoping for! His damn fish lied to him!* ***No fingey food for three moons!***

"It's not biting me in the ass! I didn't expect you to be such a aggravating person, that's it! If anything, you're the one who should stop being so smug! How badly could they have betrayed you if you're standing here and making fun of me!" *It was then that he noticed she was staring into the sky with some sort of far off look...* ***This woman...*** "At least laugh like a normal person!"

*He had spun so quickly around in his stool that he knocked himself on his arse, the stool rolling a few meters away from the stall... So now he had become very pissy. His tails were flailing behind him when he got up off the floor to stand tall. Arms at his side, ears standing at attention, and it was all tied together with a complete pout. With a hint of a frustrated tear, of course.*

"You can get off to harassing me, but don't be a pain in my ass and go around saying that you want to suffer. If you have a problem, fix it! If a random asshole decided to cheat you one day, don't go thinking every single person has it out for you!"
Neal
*Syele just shrugged her shoulders slightly at his frustration, it had brought back a hint of 'joy', but she wasn't going to let it display even for a second on her face as she continued to torture the poor lad.* "Smug? I haven't a bit of pride in my body, but with how you're flaring up you'd think I tied your tails together and lit them on fire." *She mocked ever so slightly before hopping down off the stool to stretch for a second before witnessing the scene of him going ass first onto the ground.* "Well friend, seems not only have I lit your tails aflame, but knocked you down a fair few levels as well... Shame really." *The jackal walked over to the side and stood over him with a hint of tension to their stance as if they were prepared for some form of retaliation to occur just from the sheer level of mistrust they have for others.*

"As for my want for suffering I just simply see it as a solution to a problem. Wouldn't you agree? If I suffer, then I pain for what I've done to you right now, even though you say you wouldn't wish it on me for some form of harm to happen you'd still believe it deserved in some shape later on. It's just the nature of all sentient life on this 'glorious' world and with any regard I due believe you're tired of hearing me by now so how about you stand up and dust yourself off... You're making quite a scene, y'know." *The jackal grinned, having taken note that a few people would have taken a glance at the oriate down on the ground, but nonetheless she just leaned down enough to 'try' and help him up by the brim of his tail if nothing else was to happen.* "As well... You don't become a person like me for some trivial matter of 'love', you endure some of the worst poisons that a person can taste and you live with it." *She muttered rather harshly as she would continue to lift him up and brought the stool up as well with her other hand with her eyes glancing about the area ever so slightly with a hint of caution to her dull eyes.*
Mary
"What kind of a solution is that?! If your stupid outlook on life is that simple, then you should have already slapped yourself for how much of a ass you are being right now! You're just using that as a excuse so you can continue to be such a mean person! What you should be doing is learning to be better! No one has to suffer if no one goes out of their way to bring someone suffering!" *Even though a few people might have begun to watch them go at it, Amsu was too heated to care. Syele had frustrated him enough to the point where he wanted to somehow hammer his points into her brain, literally.*

*He'd stand up straight against her, staring into her eyes as he quite frankly stopped caring about what could happen.* "And I wasn't talking about something stupid that I doubt you'd feel in a million years, because of how goddamn infuriating you are! May Bastet bless the infallible soul who somehow survives any of your stupid reasoning long enough to have you actually care for them! You think you're the only one that gets a taste of your, oH sO dEadLeE pOisOns?! You live, you make it past whatever's in your way, and you improve! You don't become some completely maddening hussy that picks on people who wanna be nice!"
Neal
*Syele just simply blinked at him with her typically expression as she yawned slightly at his long winded speech before just sitting back down in her stool despite him getting almost right up in her face.* "Honestly, do you really think that it matters all that much to preach that to me? I mean, you're talking against a brick wall at this point, even so I would clap if I had the necessary energy for it for your efforts. Really though, do you believe the world would function in a sense that others would stop trying to bring about the suffering of others? Greed is the almighty push for suffering, take for example the fact of currency. Some people would smolder their own children in their sleep for the right price and quite frankly some would even go as far as to sell their own family for it... To say the least." *The Jackal's expression changed somewhat at the the last statement before shifting slightly in their stool again.*

"To your second statement then it would be a blessing if I had no love for my entire existence, no? Best for my bloodline to end with me anyways, wouldn't you agree? My entire family tends to be like me and a rather infuriating bunch at that. Good thing their dead and more so I could even say good riddance to that notion. Anyways, if you wish to keep this conversation going we could at least handle this through a walk to one of the weapon vendors because frankly I am in need of some arms for my work here in Salvainia, puss. I might even buy you a skirt to match your flared up mood right now, a nice red one with a cute little bow on it... Yes, I believe that would truly be a improvement don't you think?" *Syele stated as she stood up on her feet and started to walk away with her jackal tail lowered to the ground without a hint of care to it at all.*
Mary
"What I think matters is that you stop relying on stupid reasons to be so obnoxiously cynical! Even if your abhorrent examples happen, it's a extremely low occurrence. Why let the actions of a few dumbasses who want to dig their own graves lead you to assume you shouldn't improve! Stop being so stubborn in your want for everyone to be horrible people!" *The fired up Amsu just continued to follow her along, not letting up... This had possibly annoyed him enough in where he didn't want to give up any inches against Syele's reasoning.*

"Furthermore, if you actually want to experience something then you deserve to have that chance... BUT YOU'LL NEVER GET THAT CHANCE! If you keep looking down on people like they're all a bunch of rats then you'll never get anywhere with people!" *Even while walking behind her he kept his stare at eye-level. Practically walking along like a angry child, which wasn't that far off the mark, due to all of the stress that Syele had been giving him. This person literally just refused to acknowledge anything he said, unless it furthered her point...*

"And finally, no, I don't want a damn skirt! It's not an improvement at all! An improvement would be you to clear out your wax filled ears, so you can start understanding what Im saying!"
Neal
"Low occurrence might not be so low than you originally think, puss. I mean, really, people get mugged every day for their coin and some even die for it... There's plenty of people out there that also have many other attributes to the ideology I bare, pride would be another if you really do think about it. To kill by pride, what a thing, I mean you can even imagine how some fathers would rather beat their children senseless than shallow their pride... And even more unspeakable things if you really consider it on a more basis level for those 'low occurrences.' Really, further to the matter I may be cynical of others... But that does not necessarily mean I do not improve in the less sense. I mean, while I was gone I learned how to better hone my skills in a fight rather than just flinging about carelessly." *The jackal spoke as they walk until they eventually reached a weapon's vendor and she begun to observe over some of the general arms available at that time while picking up a few and observing them quietly before speaking up again more so quietly to not disturb the merchant at the stand.*

"Furthermore, we still need to see about that skirt... A tailor would do nicely to match you into one, puss. I'll even pay for the expense of getting it made or hell, I could even make it myself. I have at least thirty head of sheep at my homestead and I bet they've grown a good share of wool that could process quite well for a skirt. Also, you keep saying a lot about me looking down on others, but quite simply the suffering that can be endured for me and others is on a equal grounds." *She spoke out the last part while holding a shortsword at a side-ways angle more toward her own throat before settling it down before others took notice of her actions.* "And really, it's not as if I have anything to be prideful over... I just have this stance on life that will quite frankly never change, puss."
Mary
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"It's a very shitty stance on life that should change as fast as possible. You just like to think about it like that because some people are horrible people. Then for whatever reason, somewhere in your stupid head, it translates to everyone is bad. Also, stop talking about suffering. Even if all you've done is make me upset, you still haven't stopped being dumb, so you don't deserve to have whatever weird suffering you wish for." *Amsu had somewhat calmed down during all of the ranting by the stall, and was now more reserved in his constant acclamation of his point. This really had just devolved into a nuh-uh between the two, from his eyes, but however childish he didn't want to give in.*

"Also, stop talking about the skirt... The only thing I'll do with it is slap you upside the head with it for being such a insatiable glutton for my attention." *Amsu had his arms crossed over his chest, pouting like before. Tails relaxed, swaying side to side behind him as he watched her go through all of the weapons.*