Judy
"Ha, a fighter and a comedian, now if we could get my fear of horses out of the way, we could start a traveling circus. I fell a great deal of times. I guess I tend to go by foot, take my time. Not like we in a hurry. Besides we walked a great distance and all I know is the next city is indeed in this direction. A story would do well, i doubt it will bore me. And any one who strays from common knowledge is a fool. "

*Eldacar would walk along side Terral. For quite a while they would walk. City behind them ever shrinking, the hills holding their ground. Its was peaceful, the fresh breeze from the northan seas cooling the very road they walked on. A river could be seen far head of them. There where some houses far and wide inbetween, farmers for the nearby city no doubt. Here and there a man walking the lands. At this pace they may enter no mans land sooner than thought. As time goes by Eldacar knew this will be one of many nights under the stars with Terral, he can only but hope he is not the snoring type.*

*As they kept walking a peaceful silence has fallen upon the two adventurers. Eldacar kept his ears up, listening to the steps of the horse, the flap of his cloak, he was a keen listener, and heard things many wouldn't, he focused and listened to his surroundings. Just nature. He smelled, the air only tainted by Carl. After a great pause of silence with nothing but the wind and an occasional hello from the local farmers. Eldacar decided to break the silence for a bit.*

"So, when did you first pick up your blade?"
Martha
*The Elf would fall silent after in Eldacar's statement of his stories not boring him. Terrel doubted that. His own stories bored him at times. He didn't think of himself as the best story teller, but with how long they've been walking it seemed he didn't need to worry about it for a long while. The air was filled with an absence of much conversation, allowing Terrel to drift off for a bit while he gazed out towards the endless landscape of city-less farm lands. He preferred it out here. Maybe he could even consider making a home in a place like this. He wasn't particularly fond of Silnaria however.

His thoughts were broken as Eldacar suddenly asked him a question, causing him to look back at the Elf in thought of what made him curious to ask it. It seemed he wanted to know when he first picked up his blade, though whether that mean his literal Greatsword or the first sword he decided to touch, Terrel would just assume he meant the latter.*"Years ago actually, back when I still lived out in that rural town."*He'd say to answer his question, not much feeling backing up his voice as it was mostly him thinking back on something.*"Magic was never really there for me, so after finding out about the other way of combat, I just went with it to see how good I could get."

*He'd let out a light chuckle.*"Must have been pretty good if I'm still using it though."*He'd state, one hand reaching down to the hilt of his arming sword. It had done a lot of work for him when he was just getting started, though now after upgrading, the Elf figured that its time to go will be quite soon.*
Judy
"I see, a rural town. I am not very fond of magics, although I do understand a fare bit of it. Never had a reason to use it. I prefer my light weaponry, daggers and bow. Never needed much else. "

*Eldacar felt like Terral wasn't very fond of conversation. Although he wanted to know his reason for battle in the first place. Seeing that they may need to fight, knowing an allies resolve is the first step trust. *

"You have a good reason for picking up that blade? 

A rural town must be rather peaceful. Or at least they usually are."
Martha
*Terrel would listen to him explain where his fondness in magic lies which oddly enough wasn't too much. It wasn't often Terrel met another Elf that didn't wield magic of some sort. With him asking his next question, a light smirk would appear on Terrel's face.*

"Well when you want to go out into the action, it's usually better to have some form of weaponry with you unless you'd prefer ending up killed by the end of the day. Mercenary work was my dad's hobby before I made it my own. Had the chance to join once, but let's just say, the magic didn't help as much as I'd hope. But hey, we both made it out alive and soon enough, I found out how much easier it is to fight with something you can actually see."

*He'd tilt his head back with mild amusement.*"Consider it the rush of battle even, but nowadays I simply work as Mercenary to live life how I prefer. Rural towns are nice, but I left that place behind ages ago. Who knows though, I can end up doing the same thing I've been doing before. Living out in the Steppes, though the peacefulness is a nice plus."