Roger
*Along the same road, albeit slightly to its side in the darker areas walked the form of Nero. In the steady darkness that the night sky provided him, he walked quietly, and for the most part, completely unseen. Though he could see just fine, and move in such a way that it would be hard to find him, he, like all people, felt the need to rest. Especially since he'd been walking all day.

He was just thinking about setting up a small camp for himself when the fire caught his eye, causing him to pause for a second before he approached. As he approached, he purposefully let his footsteps become more audible, he didn't want whoever had made the fire to think they were under attack after all. Eventually he got close enough so that he was within the light cast by the fire, and he had also made sure to approach from a direction she could have seen. Though when he saw what she wore on her eyes, he realized that had probably been pointless.*

"Greetings." *He said to break the silence previously held by the night, with the exception of crackling embers.* "Do you mind if I sit with you?"
Sally
*One would notice the woman's head raise as they drew closer, even before speaking. She acknowledged their presence as if she could see them.*
"Not at all," *The woman said.* "All are welcome here."
*While speaking to the newcomer, her hands would continue to work on the stone. To sculpt a shape out of it, turn it into something useful.*
"Would you like some food or tea while you rest?" *She'd ask afterwards.*
Roger
*Seeing that he'd gotten permission, he gave a small nod, before making his way over to the fire, and sitting down beside it so that he was opposite from her. He'd noticed that she seemed known he was there before he actually spoke, which would seemingly indicate good hearing. But given the fact that she was carving stone, he had a sneaking suspicion it was a bit more complicated than that.*

*As he sat, he removed his bow, two quivers, and pack from his back, setting them all down around him neatly. Without them, he looked decidedly average, wearing simple peasant clothing, though he wondered if she would even notice that. The only thing that wasn't so normal was the lute that sat around his lower back. As far as her question went, he shook his head, a second later realizing that it was probably a bit pointless, so instead he spoke.*

"No thank you. I have some food and drink with me, I don't want to infringe on your hospitality."
Sally
*The woman nodded in acknowledgement. One would notice that her eyes are not visible; concealed under black fabric blindfolds. Yet her head seemed to follow him as he moved and sat down. At the same time, she still flawlessly worked on the stone block.*
"Are you heading to the settlement of Salvainia?" *She asked, to make conversation.*
Roger
*All things considered, Nero found the way the woman was watching him strangely eerie. At this point he was more than sure that there was some magical shenanigans going on, of course he had no idea what, he was hardly a mage. But it still felt a bit uneasy. Nevertheless, she didn't appear to make an immediate threat, and she also seemed quite preoccupied with her carving

In response to her question, he once again nodded, now having the funny feeling that she could actually tell he was doing it. As he did, he pulled out a linen package from his pack, unwrapping it to reveal some cheese, some of which he began to pick apart so he could eat it.* "Yeah, that's where I'm headed. Unless I find somewhere else better along the road." *He said with a shrug, before starting to eat some of his cheese quietly.*
Sally
*The kettle started to whistle shortly after Nero explained where he was going. The woman set down her block and tools, then collected a cup from her side and the kettle from the fire.
The cup and kettle, on closer inspection, seemed to be made out of polished stone of some kind. Perhaps partially ceramic, and they had no flaws in their material whatsoever. It makes sense for either of these to be stone though, so long as they were prepared and created properly.
A sweet-smelling aroma could be sensed as the liquid was poured out of the kettle, some being placed into the cup now. The kettle would then be set down beside the fire rather than atop it; boiling it further could damage the item, and end up likely evaporating all of the tea within.
The woman held up her cup, but spoke before taking a sip.* "Are you looking for anything in particular? Work, family obligations? Or are you just travelling?"
*Then she'd take a sip of her tea.*
Roger
*Though his eyes hardly moved, Nero watched as the woman poured the tea. While he knew nothing about craftsmanship or masonry, he knew that the type she was using weren't too common, or at least he thought so, he wasn't exactly a knowledgeable source. What even he, with his admittedly basic knowledge could tell however was that the tea smelled quite good. It almost tempted him to have some, but he refrained from asking.

As she went about setting the teapot to the side, he finished nibbling on the cheese, before grabbing some bread from the same linen packet, ripping it up into small pieces as he listened to her speak, and eventually answered once she'd finished.* "Work, hopefully. Until I get some of that though, I guess its technically just travel." *He said with a shrug, neglecting to offer any more details than he already had, for now at least.*
Sally
"Ah, very well," *She said.* "I myself am going out in the opposite direction, hoping to come across some towns where I can sell my stoneware and furs," *She would explain, taking another sip out of her tea.* "I suppose I am travelling for the sake of work, though I do enjoy discovering new places."
*She'd set her cup down beside her, then pick up the stone slab and toolset to continue working on it. The item was coming together now; a decorated and engraved round shape so far, but there was still a ways to go before its completion.*
Roger
*Nero nodded silently as she spoke, leaving the camp in silence for a minute or so as he ate the bread he'd torn off. Eventually though he broke the silence as he began to talk again, taking a few pieces of dried fruit from the cloth before wrapping it up and putting it into his pack as he did.*

"So your some kind of trader then?" *He inquired, nibbling on a piece of dried apple for a second before asking another question.* "You always just make what you sell like this? On the road I mean."