Gerard
*Beastkin nations, a land of disorganization and potential tribal feud. One could only imagine what goes on in the countryside of the anthropomorphic race that typically carried aggression to their name. However, this was exactly the place Terrel was looking for. He'd stand atop a small slope overlooking the small homes and buildings that made up the area, procrastinating in simply walking through. Beastkin and Elves didn't typically go well together, mostly due to their Lathian counterparts. Slavery, so to speak. It was a wonder how many must have found freedom to be able to develop such and still live among even the common nations that are typically more well known. Impressive to say the least.

Terrel, himself, didn't have the best history with them either whether recent or distant which made it harder for him to socialize well with them. He never had anything against the group as a whole, though a select few tended to make his job harder than need be at times. His red cloak would flow gently in the breeze as he'd count down the time before he'd eventually begin making his way down the slope to the town. A pig mask obscured majority of his face. At least it brought some coverage to those who stared long enough, though it wasn't exactly easy for him to blend in too well with his attire and bright pink hair growing down to the regal cloak. His pointed ears were like a beacon if any, but fortunately for him it was easy to hide behind his long locks of hair. Not that he really made an attempt to, only an Elf had hair this colorful to say the least. He decided to ignore them however. He was simply here for business.*
Rosemary
A short ways down the hill from where the elf stood staring, a different story had begun to unfold. 

A stray beam of sunlight had found its way directly to the eyelid of a sleeping Brayer, who had specifically found a nice spot under the shade of a tall oak to *Avoid* Such intruding lights. 

But... He thought, there could have been ruder ways to wake up. So after spending a few leisurely moments to blink all of the sleep out of his eyes, he began to sit up. Lifting his horns and bull like head up and out of the bushes- clearly into the line of sight of Terrel, unbeknownst to the brown haired brayer.

His eyes were focused on the town as well, as much like the elf standing just out of sight he too came here for business... Though probably an entirely different business than terrel. 

The brayer broke out into an exaggerated and frankly ridiculously loud yawn, his body contorting into a rough stretch as one hand straightened into the air while the other ruffled a roughly worn red bandanna around their neck. 

Must of been a good nap.

With the wake up ritual out of the way, the freshly awoken Brayer padded blindly around for their weapon. A large studded Kanabo capable of caving in chest cavities as easy as its wielder breathed, not to mention it made for a sturdy walking stick too.

Using his oversized bat as leverage, the beastkin hoisted himself above the leaves of the bushed. His massive frame finally fully into view of those around him, a hide of brown and mottled white guarded firmly by studded Brigadine. 

And, without noticing Terrel at all, he parted branch and weed with little effort as he moved towards the town.
Gerard
*The horns were the first thing he saw, soon followed by the rest of the brayer as he'd suddenly emerg from his resting place under the tree. The Elf would come to a short stop upon seeing him. How the past seems to keep catching up on him one way or another.

He recalled a time when he was caught in a battle against a brayer once, the ending of it leading to him losing a companion and nearly his life upon the fire started. Of course this Brayer was different. After all he was still alive, though it was a wonder of how ironically enough a brayer was the first beastkin he'd come across.

It seemed like the man didn't notice his presence, waking up from his slumber and moving to head towards town as well. Perhaps this could be of use to Terrel.*

"Hey Brayer."*The Elf would suddenly call out to him with such casualness one would think him being here before. He knew little to nothing of beastkin customs, essentially in referring to one another, so he simply had to improvise where he could. He knew his mask would do little to help against these pack of unestablished investigators. Hardly anything got past them.

He'd give a light gesture with his hand as if requesting the Brayer to come over in the Elf stopping just beyond the tribal grounds of the Beastkin, likely weighing his options of whether or not strolling through was the best idea.*
Rosemary
The cowmans ears fluttered, followed by a loud snort as his entire frame whirled around with an uncanny speed. 

"H-huh wha?" His voice was deep, thick with a rural accent. Clearly startled, it took a moment for the brayers eyes to catch up with the rest of his body. 

Once he realized who spoke, his ears fluttered as the grip around his walking stick of a kanabo eased. His expression eased up from one of worry to one of casual ease. 

"Oh, your talkin to me." 
He would whirl his Kanabo infront of him, only rather than aim it at any would be opponent he would instead lean into its pommel, resting his chin like someone resting their head on a table. 

"What can i, uh, help you with..." He would squint as he observed the pig-like mask Terrel wore.
"Mr. Pig?" 

One could tell he was skeptical of the masks authenticity, but could very well be conviced of the rouse if the elf played their cards right.
Gerard
*With the man coming to turn around, holding his weapon out in front of him as a sort of resting point, the Elf would shift his gaze towards the town just past him.*

"You live around these parts right?"*He'd ask him out of the blue. The Elf didn't care much for trying to pretend to be something he wasn't, ironically enough, so he figured he'd just get straight to the point without worrying too much of the beastkin lingo.

Without waiting for a response, the Elf would continue.*"You familiar with monster hunting?"*He'd ask.*"Was trying to see if this place has anywhere to gain information of it or am I perhaps wrong and this place sees it as illegal?"*His gaze would shift back to the Brayer, most expression on his face obscured by the mask save for the light frown on shown just below it. 

It could have been seen as being upset or disappointed, but the Elf was merely pondering over his options in whether or not he was wrong of this place.*
Rosemary
The brayer's horns would tilt back towards the town
"Here? I.." He would grin, chuckling. 
"I used to live nearby, kinda." 

For as slow as he seemed, the bull managed to keep on beat with the elf's rapid fire questions. The mention of monster hunting prompted a laugh. "If i wasn't familiar with it, i don't think i'd need this" He would say, thumping his kanabo against the grassy ground. "Or this." As he thumped the weapons hilt against his chest piece.

"I wouldn't say im your go-to guy for information on this. But-" He would trail, heaving his hefty bat over shoulder into a leisurely position. "I'm going into town to pick up some ingredients. Got family nearby and i reckon they could use the gift." 

His free hand swings from the elf and into the village as he grinned
"Care to join me for the walk? Might find something about them monsters your huntin."
Gerard
*With him showing off his weapons, part of Terrel wasn't sure if they were talking about the same kind of monsters or not. Unless they constantly ravaged through the tribal lands, there were plenty more uses to carry such a weapon around, especially in a disorganized civilization.

Giving a nod, Terrel would move to catch up to him in the offer if the Brayer walking with him through town.*"I'm guessing they must be a common enough thing if you're prepared for them constantly."*He'd say once he was close enough for them to set back off towards the entrance.*

 "I didn't plan on staying long."*He'd continue in gradually getting closer to the town where he could make out the hard to mistake figures of beastkin.*"I was hoping this of all places knew where I could find the various beasts that I'm searching for. For a bunch of monster they seem to do a good job at hiding."*A light chuckle would escape him at the thought, his career driving him to having to hunt down beasts. He was never a good hunter, but what better place to investigate than the beastkin nations, the nation full of top notch trackers of all kinds?*
Rosemary
"Common enough thing?" He would say scratching his chin as they walked further into the village, some of the inhabitants giving stern glares. Not necessarily at the elf, which would have made sense giving that they were the odd one out, but at the brayer beside them. He didn't seem to mind though as they trekked on. 
"I wouldn't say its common thing, but you can't be too careful huh?" 

The bull would slow to a halt in front of some bushels of various greens. Namely he seemed to hover over a small bundle of apples. The "Shopkeep", if you could call the canifor farmer that, seemed hesitant to meet the brayers gaze even as he traded some copper for his wares. 

"Well if you weren't plannin for an extended stay" He would pull one of the apples from his purchased bag and held it out to his elf compatriots in case they were hungry for a snack. 
"Guess we should start with telling me about the monsters your huntin. Kinda hard for me to help if i don't know what im helping with, huh?"