Leroy
Five. She had five silver pieces to last her until her next bounty. If she hadn't known how to hunt her own food, Vanessa would have been worried about the little coin she had left. The small round pieces weighed lightly in her hands, teasing her for not being able to take on a job that paid well enough. So far, the young sell-sword had only been able to take on small jobs that included pests or common thieves, nothing big enough to make a name of herself or to earn a decent living. Her mother would have been disappointed if she had still been alive and Vanessa refused to go to her father or brother for help. Any time she did ask for their financial aid, they would criticise her on following her mother's path. It wasn't because they felt the need to shame her, they were worried that she was putting herself in more danger than she needed to for fewer coin. 

Burying the coins in her pockets, Vanessa let out a deep breath of air. How was she to find a job that was big enough for her to be known? For jobs to find her rather than having to struggle with finding one herself. The sell-sword walked through the city square of Limani, one of her favourite cities of Terresol thanks how close it was to the open ocean. It wasn't until she found a place to rest her legs that she began to study the people around her, noticing a man admiring the large statue a few meters from her.
Kira
Yohan grew bored of the architecture, not a fan of war and bloodshed. Instead, he turned to the congregation of people mingling around him. Yohan scanned the crowd, looking for someone, anyone interesting. A noble, a mysterious figure off in the distance, hell, even an obnoxious priest, crying to the heavens about repentance and judgement day. He longed for all of these things, but none were to be found. Instead, he was looking out to a beige sea of peasantry and mediocrity. He had nearly given up hope, until he saw her.

The bard zeroes in on a woman, sitting on a bench not 30 feet away from him, as she took a quick glance in his direction. He smiled, hoping to find something interesting in this stranger, and began walking towards her. He bumped past the sea of acne ridden farmers, trying his best not to touch them, and arrived at her bench, intrigued. "Why hello there, good madam," He says, a thick coat of drama in his voice. "May I ask your name and what brings you to the square on this fine day?"
Leroy
When his eyes caught onto hers, she refused to look in another direction as it would have looked suspicious. She had been caught out staring at him, there wasn't anything she could do about that but have the corner of her lips tug upwards into a smile. As he made his way to her, Vanessa studied his appearance to get a better understanding of him. She had an idea of what this man could be but kept that information to herself for now. Her parents had taught her, the less people knew what she had knowledge of, the more of an advantage she had over them. 

The way the man greeted her caused a raised brow to form while an amused smirk played at her lips. That had been an interesting way to ask about her, she was almost unsure whether to give her name or not. "Vanessa Ward, now may I ask your name?" She asked while tapping her fingers on the slab of stone beside her, offering the space for him to rest his legs. "Do you always stop to stare at the statue over there?" She questioned with a curious tone in her voice though she felt that she already knew the answer.
Kira
Yohan put his hands to his chest, got rid of the stupid, dramatic voice he had put on, and said "My name is Yohan Astorio, and I'm one of the best bards in town." There was no need for modesty when it came to Yohan, seeing it as a polite form of deceit. He hated it when people hid behind a thin veil of politeness, as no one as rich as the folk he partied with could possibly be that polite.

He sits next to her, resting his legs. He had wandered further than he had initially intended, and his legs were beginning to ache. "Well, to answer your question, Miss Vanessa, I'll ask you a similar one. Do you always sit on stone slabs staring at strangers?" He chuckled to himself, and added "No, I don't. In fact, I've never been to this part of the city before." He looked around, hoping to find a familiar landmark, but he was unsuccessful.
Leroy
Vanessa couldn't help the smirk that crawled onto her lips as she shook her head in amusement. "I enjoy involving myself in a little game of people watching when I need something to fill my time." This man was not modest to say the least, it was something different compared to many. Seeing how he had told her a bit of information about himself, she decided to share her trade. "I'm a Sell-sword, I can't say that I have the pleasures of introducing myself as best in town." 

Reaching her hand over her shoulder, Vanessa took her bow which had been attached to her quiver and placed it on her lap gently. Her fingers glided over the wooden limbs, tracing the patterns she had lightly carved in out of boredom. "But that doesn't mean I'm not good at my job." Looking up from her bow, she observed the buildings and streets the surrounded them before her lips pursed together a thin line. "It's a nice part of Limani, There is never too many or too little people. What brought you here?"
Kira
"Ahh, I'm sure you're great at killing things!" He laughed again. Though he disliked fighting, he enjoyed being in the company of fighters, as their presence made him feel safe, and they told some great stories. He hadn't conversed with one since he had left the tavern, and was interested in hearing a good tale.

"As to what brought me here today, it seems that the fates themselves have whisked me here today. I don't exactly have a full time job, so when I'm not working, I'm wandering. Today is a wandering day." He looked down at the bow, impressed by the craftsmanship. "That's a very nice bow you have there. Where did you get it?" He had been meaning to buy something to decorate his wall, and a bow would do nicely.
Leroy
"Killing isn't my objective when it comes to taking bounties but it sure makes my job a lot more fun." Bounties where she had to take a head also provided her with more coin that people who needed to be captured. She did her best to only take bounties that had reasoning to it, she hated the thought of killing an innocent being. 

As she looked down to her bow, she felt her her lips press together into a thin line. She wished she could take ownership over the craftsmanship of the bows and her arrows but in reality, that wasn't the case. "My mother made this bow, it was originally hers until her passing. I decided to take it in memory of her but decided to add my own style to it." Vanessa re-hooked her bow onto her quiver and focused back on the man beside her. "So do you enjoy wandering around? Do you have any other hobbies besides music?" She questioned curiously, she assumed only playing music could get boring at times but she wouldn't know for sure. She wasn't a musician so who was she to know.