Nathaniel
**Ylva Vilulf**
**Unnamed Tavern**

When the bartender came back with drink in hand, Ylva gave him a small, but thankful smile with a acknowledging nod for her drink. It was brought out in a wine glass, much more humane than the other types of glasses people drank with in the tavern—a small thanks for her consecutive past showings of small kindness. She laced her fingers around the stem of the wine bottle and took a long sip.

After taking the refreshing sample of the mead, she placed it back down on the bar counter. Her attention turned back to Caspia, "Well, I needed a drink for a distraction from this... Tiring day, to leave it at that. *Here*, though; this is my homeland."
Michael
**Caspia Stafyen
Unnamed Tavern**

With careful observation of that local at her flank, Caspia thought it necessary to mentally note the need for caution. Ylva was familiar apparently with her surroundings, she was not. The foreigner brought their chin down in an ample nod, lips becoming taut against an indifferent expression. "What sort of entertainment would one discover around here?" She query with a sniff, fixing the makeshift sandwich to her mouth once more for a hefty bite. 

After a moment or two of consideration the Stafyen raised her spare arm to retrieve the falcon at her shoulder, allowing it to position itself atop her leather-clad wrist, forearm going limp upon the counter as to provide the avian with stability. "Rest easy, Godwein." She spoke, offering that fierce falcon small tribute of her jerky as both treat and display of compassion for her apparent pet.
Nathaniel
**Ylva Vilulf**
**Unnamed Tavern**

Ylva let out a hearty laugh, "You came to the wrong place for entertainment. There isn't much around." She let her face rest back into a soft smile, though it still hid traces of stress and exhaustion. "The people in Ibethiel work from the break of dawn until the sun falls. There's not much room for pleasantries. This-" Ylva looked out into the crowd of both young, aging, and elderly individuals now commencing in a game of beer pong, "Is the stretch of entertainment here. Though, I think we find entertainment in our work. Otherwise, why would we do it?"

Ylva took another lengthened drink of her mead. Caspia's avian companion did not deter her anymore, for it did not seem to pose any harm, "Godwein. That's a nice name for a bird. I haven't had a flying companion for a very long time... Very long." The bird had reminded her of the early days of growing up where she would bring in various wild animals for Helga, her mother, to worry about; but Ylva was never a bother, she took care of the animals well. To have another animal companion would be a dream, but a dream much too riddled with worries of responsibility.