Cynthia
Laerian throws a glance at the man that had apologized for... Seemingly, nothing at all. A bit surprised at his sudden apology for blocking her way, Laerian nods her head, her angry expression replaced with a confused smile. 

She liked punching things into submission, yes, but she was still aware that punching random, strangely apologetic people wasn't a moral thing to do. Laerian notices his clothes, wondering if he was a servant of another— but dismisses it, seeing that he seemed lost.

"—for what?" The elf asks, her voice slightly muffled thanks to the hand in front of her nose and mouth. 

From what Tobias could see, Laerian was definitely a fighter. She wore loose, baggy pants tied at the end with dirty bandages. The bandages on her feet and hands was also telling— the only thing off about her was her hair, which was unneededly longer than other brawlers. The blonde strands flowed like a waterfall down her shoulders, and stopped near her back. Her hair wasn't tied or specially done, but still brushed to, presumably, keep its elven beauty.

Laerian was an elf, so she definitely was beautiful— but he probably couldn't tell. She was bloody, and just finished fighting.
Billy
"For, well for getting in your way I suppose" He let out a nervous laugh not really used to that reaction having grown used to being scolded or shouted at for getting in the way of people. Clearly working for the nobility had warped his perception on how people normally acted. 

"I guess I must seem strange to you for apologising about such a minor thing, it just looked like you were in quite a hurry especially considering your current appearance" 

He scratched the back of his head nervously trying his best to show he wasn't with a smile. Tobias had rarely felt intimidated by people in his life his height and build often made people think twice before trying anything to him, but there was something about this Elf that made him feel small.
Cynthia
"You weren't in my way at all, don't worry about it," Laerian replies. Then, just as she was about to add something to that sentence, she stops herself. 

She had no idea of what the man had been through— advice would do no good for him, or her, especially if she moved around the world for the sense of belonging. Sighing, Laerian at least decides to introduce herself to this stranger that she had scared.

"Anyways, I'm Laerian— I work here as a brawler, for the time. I'm an elf, as you can see," Laerian says, introducing herself to the bigger man.

He sure had a big frame. She'd fought bigger, though. Size was quite good in fights. Maybe he'd do well in a bar fight.

"What do you do?"
Billy
"Of course, how rude of me" Immediately his nervous appearance disappeared and a sense of professionalism took over knowledge from years of experience 

"Tobias Heath at your service, until recently I worked as a servant for a Baron far from here" He bowed as he gave the introduction, something common for servants when they spoke to people but quickly straightened himself once he had finished said introduction. 

"However I guess I'm now for hire, exploring the world and trying to find work for my talents if that makes any sense" Now that she had mentioned it, Tobias could clearly see the recognisable features of an elf 

"It's nice to meet you, Laerian the Brawler"
Cynthia
"And it is nice to meet you as well, Tobias," Laerian says, disregarding the bow. She understood perfectly well of his circumstances. Although, she could never understand how someone could serve another for so long. Money? Perhaps status? Nowhere else to go?

Stories sprouted from every person— his was yet to bloom into a full flower, but she could see him becoming quite the flower. A unique story of a manservant becoming an adventurer... That might be a light novel, very possibly, at that.

"I see. Do you know how to fight? Maybe some magic in you?" Adventuring was a prosperous job for those brave enough to take it— he seemed like he was looking for some work.

"I could teach you how to fight if you want."
Billy
"I do not believe that to be necessary" Tobias replies , looking at the bandages covering her hands she was obviously a skilled fighter but she clearly approached fighting far differently to him. 

"While I have no doubts about your skills, nor your ability to teach Laerian I must decline your offer for teaching. I know how to fight, part of my duties was to protect the Baron from harm but I doubt we fight the same way" 

As Tobias said this Laerian noticed the hilts of two swords pocking out from behind Tobias, obviously being stowed in a pack of some kind. 

"However there is one matter I would like to request your assistance in, I have never stayed at a place such as this before and I do not know the procedure to request a room I was wondering if you might know how?"