Jeanene
Winrae wasn't one for visiting towns the likes of Girian, but in her travels she simply had to stop for a drink. She hated travel via wayshrine, and while she had visited the capital of Findara through one, she refused to get back to Alynthi's capital the same way. It would take longer sure, but she would be able to stretch out her wings. She'd been flying for weeks in her venture from one capital to another, away on official business of course. Being a royal guard and one of Kamara's Chosen had its perks, but it also had its downsides such as political visits to other kingdoms. For now, the town she new as Girian would have to be the one to satiate her hunger and thirst. Landing gently to the ground, Winrae was clad in her standard armor, one anyone from Alynthi would recognize as a royal guard's armor. Many passersby stopped and stared at the paladin, but she paid them no mind. It was typical for men, women and children to stare at her in awe.

Winrae had yet to remove her helmet adorned with a stags antlers and covered in gold, making her look quite intimidating to the farmers and commoners that passed her by. Through her helmet's small visor, she scanned for anything that remotely looked like a tavern, inn or bar, and as her pure white eyes finally settled on the White Hart Inn, she started off towards it. Entering the ramshackled pub, she had to slightly duck when walking through the door. Being an aasimar already gave her quite the height advantage, but both her wings and heavy boots gave her a few more inches easily. Those within the pub stopped and stared in awe, and as Winrae scanned the room many looked away out of either fear or simply not wishing to be seen as an issue by an obvious royal guard.

Without hesitation, the paladin walked forward toward the bar, but had yet to sit down. More so out of fear she may break a chair when doing so.

Through her helmet, the paladin actually sounded more male in tone. Her voice was naturally deeper than most women's, and speaking through a helmet only amplified her sounding like a man. "A water, please."A few men nearby snickered at such a strong-looking individual ordering nothing more than water, and as her head almost immediately shot over at them they stopped and turned away anxiously. Winrae rolled her eyes beneath her helm, then turned back to the innkeep who was bringing her what she had asked for. With a simple nod of thanks, the paladin finally removed her helmet, revealing her long and blazing red hair along with the fact that this was in fact a woman, not a man. To any who would dare challenge her status, they would quickly take note of the massive greatsword on her back, along with just how strong her armor looked.

Winrae stood silently, well over many people within the bar and drank her water. The people of Girian were commoners, people she didn't feel deserved her time unless they asked for it.
Troy
It was hard to not notice the presence that had just entered the Inn.

Lilnarei was content and fine to be by herself she has gained a notable reputation within the Inn so most people left her alone as talking to her meant you had a job for her. For today though it was supposed to be a casual day today she wouldn't be accepting any missions obvious for how she was dressed today wearing nothing but a brown linen shirt, pants, and leather boots along with her signature red sash and she had her twin sai's at her sides as well for just in case the inn decided to become rambunctious, and with the newcomer, it just might. 

It wasn't hard to recognize a Royal Knight due to there armor but it was so less in the case for Winrae who has a considerable reputation within Alynthi. With her arms crossed Lilnarei stood by the fireplace with a foot propped up against the wall, as she watched the Knight pass her heading straight for the barkeep. 

She held no surprise when the Knight took off her helmet turning out to be a woman if you knew what to look for you shouldn't be surprised especially if you knew that woman's reputation and that sword speaks volumes as well. While her information network wasn't as vast as some nobles it was decent enough to get her information on who to avoid and whatnot.
Jeanene
Winrae could easily feel eyes on her with her back turned to the majority of those within the bar. As she idly glanced around with a lidded look, her eyes slightly widened as they fell onto a tiefling who seemed to be looking straight at her. The blood within her screamed to fight every tiefling she came across. Angels versus devils and what have you, but that was not the life she chose to live. Killing innocents for simply being what they were. That prejudice was still at the forefront of her mind, staring back at the tiefling with her bright white eyes glowing ever so slightly. Winrae sat her empty glass down with a gentle sigh before moving directly toward the tiefling. Even though she couldn't start something with the woman, she could easily end it.

Winrae's armor clanked heavily with each step she took, and as she finally neared the tiefling she stopped and leaned her shoulder against the cobbled wall of the fireplace. Its warmth quickly reached her armor, but she didn't mind it in the slightest. "Skulking a bit, are we?" Winrae's voice sounded almost triumph and boastful with each word she spoke, though her demeanor seemed almost as if she were challenging the tiefling to speak out against her. Nevertheless, Winrae crossed her arms over her breastplate and simply looked at the woman before her.
Troy
Lilnarei didn't move an inch as the tall woman clad in armor came closer with each step. Her height barely reached just underneath her chin being a full 5 inches shorter than her. She gave a slight huff as the woman decided to lean her shoulder against the cobbled wall and now the center of attention was focused on the two of them, and she absolutely hated it it's why she prefers to be by herself most of the team up with Satar was a once in a lifetime miracle her tail swishing slowly from left to right back and forth. 

Lilnarei gave a small grunt of annoyance in terms of acknowledgment she didn't mean anything by it, and she had made no movement as of yet but every part of her body is telling her to move, to not make a scene. But not out of fear or anything of the like it was just the simple fact of wanting to be alone and most of the people of the barkeep knew that. You don't talk to her unless you have a job for her, from the Adventure's Guild or an approved mission by the Adventure's Guild.
Jeanene
"It's rude to not answer when someone is addressing you. Are you a mute?" Winrae squinted in slight irritation at the fact that someone dared ignore her words. She stood up straight, keeping her hands crossed over her chest while she waited once more for the tiefling to answer. Surely everyone in the room could feel the tenseness between the two, though the expression on Winrae's face kept all who would dare step in, silent. The paladin leaned in ever so slightly, her voice booming as it usually did. "Well, speak, tiefling." Winrae's white eyes glowed ever so faintly, but the longer their conversation, albeit *One-sided* Conversation went on, the brighter they began to look. Almost as if a fire was starting from with in her, just waiting to be released.
Troy
Lilnarei's green eyes stared straight at Winrae's it wasn't cocky by any means necessary and for sure she felt the heat even if it's just a little, and she's also not the type to make a scene so for now she'll just cool things off with a few sweet words while she knew not how to talk like a noble she knew how to dance her words around them, and plus she was asked to how could she not?

"I don't mind speaking one-bit princess, but if you can try not to overexert yourself in meaningless things otherwise you'll be made a fool of." Her voice wasn't as deep as Winrae's neither was it high-pitched it set right in the middle of the two as mature as it could be, and while it wasn't the kindest of words she's spoken to an Aasimar it should be enough to defuse the tension at the very least.
Jeanene
While in any other situation, perhaps one a bit more private and away from prying eyes, Winrae would have happily decked the tiefling right then and there. However, as a royal guard, her prejudice had to remain within her as much as possible, or she could face judgement from those she's sworn to protect. Swiveling her jaw as a clear sign of holding many foul words back, Winrae gave an extremely sarcastic smile. "She can speak, praise be to the gods. Their blessings shine bright on us all, wouldn't you agree?" Winrae glanced around the tavern, eyes dodging her fiery white glance as she did before they fell back onto the tiefling once more. "So, what brings a woman *Like you* Into Girian?"
Troy
Lilnarei cracked a small smirk at the corners of her lips as none of the Inn goers dared answer her back dodging her glances. Before bringing her face back to a more unperturbed expression."Relaxing." She answered back simply before continuing. "The folks back at home, the Adverntuing Guild are too rowdy and rambunctious for my taste at the moment." She subtly scanned the crowd behind Aasimar making sure to keep her face at the attention of Winrae seeing if anything needed her attention at the moment to see if they want her to move this conversation elsewhere because as she sees it, this situation is too tense for the average citizen to enjoy even a simple drink. Well she bets any Royal Knight can do that.
Jeanene
"Advernturer's Guild huh? I've heard of it but never knew what exactly that job entailed. *Adventuring* I'm assuming? Perhaps taking up monster hunting bounties and what not, right?" Winrae raised an eyebrow at the tieflings nonchalant attitude in the presence of someone as important as she, though she noticeably began to relax ever so slightly. It would see the tiefling before her didn't care about her status or what she was, which made Winrae both irritated and a bit calmer funnily enough. The woman seemed calm and collected, someone Winrae simply wasn't used to when dealing with their kind.
Troy
Lilnarei nodded. "All of those and above will fit the description, and then some." Carefully without startling or surprising the Aasimar. She reached into her left pocket passing Dusk and reached for something immediately the Aasimar would be able to sense that something is dreadfully wrong in what's she is pulling out. 

And looking closer at the Tiefling she could clearly see some dark bruises in her skin, and small Knicks of where something sharp had gotten to her as her sleeves were terribly long allowing most to see her arms it would seem whatever she battled with didn't leave her unscathed the wounds and bruises look fresh. 

Eventually, she pulled out a white chip of something but to the Aasimr it would seem that it radiated pure evil easily recognizing it as a part of a Bicorn horn. "This little thing gave me and my party quite the beating sadly one of us did pass away from it, it could fetch a pretty price for the right seller but." 

She reached out a hand her towards Winrae handing over the chip to her. "I bet an Aasimar of your standing could put it to better use you or would you rather to just destroy it all?" She waited for her answer not moving much of an inch.
Jeanene
Winrae tensed a bit as the tiefling reached into her pocket, but relaxed a bit when it turned out to be nothing terrible. Listening to the woman, Winrae frowned slightly. "A bicorn? A rare sight, and even rarer to manage to slay. I commend you on it." Listening quietly, she wondered what she meant by destroying it. "No. I would never destroy something like this, but I also wouldn't allow it to fall into the wrong hands. I'd give it to someone who could extract its magic safely, the utilize it for good." Winrae finished with a nod, plain and simple before reluctantly offering the piece of horn back to the tiefling. She meant what she said, and the *Right hands* Weren't exactly a tiefling in her eyes. With a sigh, Winrae continued. "I apologize for your loss. Is there anything I can assist with?"
Troy
Lilnarei shook her head quickly. "It's fine keep it. As I said an Aasimr of your standing could do wonders with it. Keep it I insist." She urged but continued she nodded at the idea of the Aasimr extracting the remaining magic turning it into good. 

"As for the loss it's not a problem ma'am we accept life as is and move forward each day. You do these dangerous missions every once in and while, and death is expected to come from it. So we bury our people and move on no ritual or blessing, or anything of the sort we like to keep things simple and easy, we use everything the forests give us." Her voice didn't waver one bit. Looking at her hand a small gouge in the form of a circle could be seen before she closed it into a fist.