Heather
Ryza would give a shrug, averting his gaze to the masked figure in front of him. The roads were dimly lit, it's the outskirts of the town anyway, the guard already knew him so they usually let Ryza do his things unperturbed.

"Can't seem to fall asleep myself, how about you? Just finishing from a hunting run?"

The canvas he was painting on was still blank, the failed canvas that can only be interpreted as unnatural sketches lay on a convenient rock next to the older Silnarian, where he puts all his belongings, including a fine glaive-sheath.

He poured the still-hot kettle to another cup, offering it to the boar-masked Silnarian with his free hand.
Lewis
"Hunting?"*The Pig Elf questioned. He supposed he was a hunter of sorts when it comes to people and the specific jobs he has to do, but day to day he was far from it.*"Nah, I'm not a hunter. Just a pig trying to train his dog."*Terrel answered, gradually making his way over to the man with Floof tagging along at his side.

With the closed distance, Terrel could make out the things around him more easily. The tea he was brewing, the sheath of his weapon or at least one of them, and the sketches he was trying to make. His pointed ears confirmed his identity as a Silnarian which made it quite the interesting thought of finding two hanging out alone in one night. At least to Terrel anyways. It seemed many Silnarians were choosing to hang around Salvania at this time. Looking at the canvas, the Pig Elf wasn't sure what exactly he was trying to paint out here in the middle of the night, but he took the tea nonetheless.

He brought the cup up to his mouth, finding it fortunate enough to not be covered by the mask while he drank the tea and glanced at the blank canvas.*"What are you drawing?"*He decided to ask. Most painters he's seen typically had an image in front of them to paint of, but Terrel couldn't pinpoint anything of the sort out here.*
Heather
The painter turn his head slighty when the boar-masked man questioned himself, not the first time he saw the exact same answer but not common either, the painter gave a slight nod to the pig elf answer, that would suffice in his eyes, and its not a lie either.

He was unsure himself, unsure on what he had been painting for the past while, his quaking hands stopped whenever he grasped thee cup or the brush, but returns whenever he isn't grasping anything in his hands.

"Not sure myself, been here for a while now i think, still haven't realized what exactly i want to paint."

Ryza shrugged, the canvas was still blank, and the night was dark, only faintly illuminated by the pale blue moonlight in the distance. 

"It's a bit late for you to the out here, doing anything interesting?"
Lewis
"Isn't it a bit late for you to be painting outside?"*He reiterated back. Terrel supposed his question was already answered with seeming lack of inspiration from the man as he tried to draw something only for nothing to be made of it. 

His wolf pup had come to sit down at his feet in taking a break from their long walk. With Ryza asking him if he was doing anything interesting, Terrel would answer:*"Well if you'd consider finding an Elf living in the forest due to his hatred towards humanity interesting I guess I am."*The way he worded it sounded as if he wasn't talking about himself but rather someone else. Who that Elf was though was still up for question.

 Despite it, Terrel found himself finding more ridiculous things in his time of travel anyways. With the cold picking up, said things only seem to grow on top of his preparation for it in traveling through the snow.*