Janise
*The sun rested high in the sky by the time Terrel finally crossed the last stretch to find the seaside town, it being one of the further places he's trekked to within Anushken. For the past couple months, Terrel had been making several trips across the beastkin lands to gather more and more supplies in order to sustain the workers back at the town. The traveling became repetitive, but it offered time to his lonesome away from the busy town while also giving him something to do in order to contribute. Terrel kept his mask forever lowered on his head as he passed the other beastkin. The pig - like facial piece was never meant to be a disguise, but it seemed to idly help anyways considering the history between the Silnaris and Beastkins. Most were smart enough to see past it, but every now and then a beastkin seemed to treat him as one of their own.

Terrel had grown to respect some beastkin. Despite their brutish nature, it was a lot better than the pompous Silnaris he occasionally met along the road. Granted not every beastkin was a cup of tea, but they acted a lot better than the Elves made them come off as. Terrel made his way through the marketplace, stopping by some food stalls to get some rations, along with feeds for the animals, and seeds for future crops. It was a lot to carry on his own, but fortunately he had his draft horse to hold the heavier of the supplies for the ride home. The Silnari stood by one of the stalls for the time being, placing down the silver the beastkin had asked for before they left to go grab the bags of feed he needed. Forhe scanned the crowds as they passed by in his time waiting, figuring he was bound to be sitting here for quite a while.*
Christine
*Starting his travels from a nearby town, Nak'sem stumbled into the bustle of Atshim after weeks of saunter and resting every night in small tents put up by himself with tired hands, hoping he'd sooner or later get in a safer place than the wild. After his mothers death, Nak'sem contemplated on staying back in his homeland, but the treton craved knowledge and adventure which he assumed he could only get from stepping out of his comfort zone, and exploring what were to him, unknown lands. All the walking he previously did brought the imminent scarce of his funds and provisions, leaving the young Treton without a single coin to his name. Hurriedly he went in the city and did what he knows to do best; sell whatever he can offer.*

*Nak'sem proceeded to make his way into the city marketplace and huddled himself into an open corner on which he laid his colorful cloths on the floor, carefully placing the crafts he carried with him for this purpose on them. A variety of intricately carved wooden totems, decorations, silks and jewelry he made came out and was displayed for the Beastkin and whomever got their interest peaked by it. After having everything ready, to bring a little more attention to his crafts and get his daily practice in, the Treton pulled out a pair of pristine silks which were tied to a weight and chains, one on either of his hands. Smiling, he softly began swinging them to the beat of imagined music, tracing patterns and swirls of color the silks left behind as they'd speedily pass by.*
Janise
*Terrel's gaze fell upon the Treton as they seemed to be setting up shop nearby, displaying a bunch of crafts and jewelry pieces. While the Silnari was never much interested in those kinds of things, he found himself unconsciously looking at them as his materialistic side seemed to ponder over the items values. The Elf went on missions rather often, even striking trade deals with certain pirates to receive discount on whatever treasure they brought back. It left him in riches, but even then he still occasionally traveled the world for the sense of adventure or finding anything remotely rare. Terrel doubted there was anything of much interest that the person was selling, most likely just selling whatever he could make which seemed to be a common practice amongst those on the lower end of society. He leaned back against the stall he stood by, tilting his head back a bit before finally saying something to the man.*"First time I've seen anything other than beastkin out here."*He said casually as if in spark of conversation. His voice was very low in tempo but his words always seemed to carry a hint of humor to them as he was often nonchalant in nature.*
Christine
*Nak'sem percieved a voice around, apparently directed to him. He quickly and coordinately turned to the male voice with expectant eyes and as the silks swirled around him he greeted the person.* "Aah, welcome to my traveling shop, kind patron." 

*He began inspecting the man, and there was something off about him, at first sight he merely took him for a Beastkin, but upon paying close attention he caught on to the fact that this man was wearing a Pig-like mask that conceals his face, and robes that in his eyes, only belonged to someone of high class.*
 "You don't seem to be from around here either, mister. At least you appear to be doing better off than me!" 
*The treton said, with an almost teasing and loud tone to his voice, as he was indeed, still making the silks dance around him.* "Would you like to see more about my crafts, kind patron? In the end, you won't find anything like this." *He then began slowing the pace of the pois swing, allowing the man to get closer.*
Janise
"I suppose I also travel here and there."*He says modestly. As the beastkin store clerk came back, the Silnari directed him to simply put the large bags on the cart his horse tugged along before refocusing on the Treton while the beastkin went about his trips for more bags. Terrel walked over to him, pulling his cloak around his arms to spare him of the wintry breeze that still managed to sweep across the coast despite the weather warming up. At the mention of him doing better off, the Elf give a simple shrug.*"You go on enough jobs for people paying you to risk your neck a bunch of times, manage to survive them, get paid for your efforts and give or take a number of years you'll earn enough to pay people to do those jobs for you. It's a funny cycle really, but where's the fun of adventure if you aren't in the field every now and then to find some rare material or something?"*He eyed the wares that the man was selling, figuring he was at least bored enough to humor him.*"Sure, let's see what else you got."
Christine
*The treton energetically keeps the Poi on his hip bag and begins showing and explaining to the man the different creations of his, Totems he himself carved of Trarn Baru, the whale deity; neckaces in great diversity, each with a different significance, along with the most valuable and sacred item in his collection are Crystals of a considerable size encased in intricate copper wrappings and various metals, used during the beginning and end of great festivities and rituals in Pinnacelia. He spared the man the relatively boring details, since he seemed like he was on a more serious errand, rather than one for entertainment.* "These are original crafts that you won't find anywhere else in these parts... Those big ones are one of a kind." 
*Nak'sem points down at the large crystals and looks at the man expectantly, hoping that maybe something on his collection would pay for tonight's meal.* "...I was taken away from my homeland as a child and i've learnt to make a living working like this, on and off, in farms, caring for the elderly and mainly my crafts. I take any job I can get, pretty much... I'm not picky."

*The treton flashed a warm smile at the man, and felt a slight breeze which sent a shiver down his spine, he noticed that the man in front of him did too. Judging by the fact that the islander was barefoot, more by choice than by other factors, and owned almost no warm clothing, he figured he'd have to get something to cover himself with sooner or later... Hopefully sooner.*

"It's getting quite chilly out here, ay?... I should get myself some shoes and a coat of some kind. It'll spare me the cold and the odd looks, but nothing's gonna happen before I get a coin under my name... *Sigh* It's gonna be a long night..."
Janise
*Terrel watched him show off the different crafts, with only half interest as his attention remained split in watching the beastkin and the cargo for his horse. The Silnari doubted he'd buy anything more. With there already being such a heavy load he had to bring across the countries, he didn't need more things to take up space or draw attention to himself. But still, he listened to the story the man told that brought him to this point and the lack of money he had to afford many things. Terrel didn't care enough about a sob story to pay for the extra items, but the idea of him going on and taking jobs sparked some interest in the Silnari which remained hardly visible with the mask on.*"Yeah I suppose it is. Will probably be stuck here for another night before it gets warm enough to travel again. It's funny really, been a whole lot of jobs opening up lately far west of the mountain range."*He said, simply sliding morsels of information that the man could find useful to whatever he hoped to earn.*"It's where I'm headed back to anyways. Lots of back and forth traveling, but I suppose I prefer the silence sometimes."
Christine
*Nak'sem clearly noticing the uninterested man who was more preoccupied with his other errands, began to pick up the heavy items he so carefully made, and placing them back on his bags. These trinkets were of great weight and it was almost as if they weighed nothing to him. He caught on to the comment about the job offers over the mountain range, and he felt a shift in the man's energy... Was this man seriously helping him? He prayed this was true, while trying not to show his excitement. He gave the man a full teethed smile, hoping that somewhere under the mask there was a sign of reciprocity*
"Well... That horse of yours could use a little less load on him... Her?, if you'd let me, it would be my pleasure to accompany both of you tomorrow and make the trip a little lighter, Mister...- i believe i didn't catch your name.
*He stretches out his big and slightly calloused hand out, in the form of a handshake*
Janise
"Him."*He said glancing back towards the steed before he returned his gaze back to Nak'sem. The Elf stared at his outstretched hand for a while before looking back at him.*"You're not going to ask me to pay you if I bring you on this trip are you?"*The Silnari questioned him. While Terrel was sure he could help out a lot back in the town, he wasn't looking to spend more money for something he was sure his horse could handle just fine. The Treton was better off finding his own way there at that point. While they spoke the beastkin seemed to lay down the last bit of feed Terrel has asked for with the pile seemingly awfully large. One would assume it to be for quite a large amount of animals, which was true. Though the other reason for it was Terrel not wanting to make a second trip all the way out here.*
Christine
*The Treton lowered his hand, as the man didn't seem to appreciate the gesture, and instead just placed his hands on his hips and smiled at the man.*
"Of course not dear patron!, take this as a treat from the goodness of my heart! These are no problem for me. And I needn't put any more strain on your horse, i can walk beside you, I'll keep up the pace."
*He laughed wholeheartedly, in a raspy yet harmonious manner. Nak'sem, satisfied with himself started looking around the place they were both at, perhaps looking for a faraway sign that could offer some housing for the night... Or at least for his new friend and his beautiful stallion. 
"I'm planning to stay here in the marketplace tonight. Sell some of my stuff, elevate the poi game and do some fire poi... Either way, the coast always has a place for me. You and your horse should get some well deserved rest in a good inn tonight!, would you like some help with it?"
Janise
*Terrel seemed satisfied with the answer.*"Good. There's other ways of payment I'm sure."*He said mostly thinking aloud.*"Name's Terrel."*He finally answered, turning away as he was called back by the vendor to finish his purchase. He dropped a heavy pouch of silver at the stand from him, grabbing his horse's lead and guiding the steed back over to the man.*"Seems you'll be out here for a while. If you don't mind watching my horse for a while, I'll be returning here a bit later in the day once I grab the rest of the supplies I need."
Christine
"Very pleased to meet you Mr. Terrel, and... My Trarn you have a beautiful steed, he's very well behaved too. You must be talented when it comes to noble... Junk I guess. 
 *Nak'sem knew that wouldn't come out as he expected, and he quickly shook his head, changing topics.* "That sword you carry as well, it's quite unique may I say. It's very well done from what I can see. I've made a few of those in my lifetime."
*Tilting his head to the side, and having a slight beam on his face the treton slowly approached the Stallion and patted his neck, earning the trust he needed for the time they'd spend together. He stretches out his hand to show Mr. Terrell that the horse would be safe in his hands, signaling that he can transfer the rein to him. 
"The steed won't be a problem Terrel, he'll be safe with me I promise. Plus, you should get your errands done since it's getting pretty late... And you should get your energy up for the travel back tomorrow."
Janise
*He held up a hand as if to stop the Treton from continuing with his half-compliments.*"You can stop trying to butter me up now, I get it."*The Silnari told him before giving his horse a gentle stroke along the neck and handing him the reigns.*"I'll be back before sundown, wait with him for now and be aware... I have eyes everywhere."*He says the last part as if in warning for any potential ideas the Treton may have while he's gone. The Silnari turned away and, with a sweep of his cloak, continued down along the road until he eventually vanished off into the rest of marketplace.*
Christine
*Nak'sem was caught off guard by Terrel's bold reaction to his compliments, which were good in nature... In the end, he just wanted this man to trust him but as always, he messed up. The treton muttered under his breath* "I guess friendship just isn't my thing..." *Lowering his head defeated, and with a slight pucker of his lips, Nak'sem pondered on wether he should continue to exhibit his crafts to the Beastkin public, or have a small rest next to the now laid down stallion almost as if he was using him as a backrest, and be taken for a beggar... Which wouldn't be so far from reality anyways; so he chose the latter. He then pulled out a layered linen cloth taken from his mother's house and laid it down besides the horse, as well as a red looking chunk of wood, and his tools for woodcarving. Using one of the silks he detached from his poi, he carefully wrapped his hair into some sort of head scarf, leaving a couple braids out of it.* "This will have to keep me entertained for a while..."
Janise
*A lot of time seemed to have passed since the Silnari had left the Treton. People came and went, but as the sun began to arc down towards the horizon, there was no sign of Terrel having returned. One would suppose he did mention being back before sun down, but as the sky was starting to be painted in a bright orange hue it was a wonder if he'd return at all. His horse didn't seem to think much of it, simply resting with the load of a lot of feed he'd have to carry come next day, but every now and then the animal would side eye the other passerbys as if he thought his rider had returned. 

Only when the sun had begun dipping below the horizon, did a familiar form begin making its way back from the distance. His long pink hair was bathed in the golden hue of the fading sunlight while his ever extending shadow made him appear more beastkin-like than he looked directly. A couple of bags seemed to be carried by him. One more of a satchel, while the other seemed to be made of paper. As he neared the Treton, he dropped the paper bag onto the man's lap. Heat resonated for it, bringing with it the scent of warm fish, potatoes, and a hint of corn. Terrel didn't say any words to him, but he didn't think he'd have to say much, simply moving over to his horse to make sure the creature was still alright.*"Any problems while I was gone?"*He finally asked him after a while.*
Christine
*After waiting for Terrel to arrive back from his shopping spree, and what felt like a bazillion wooden totems later, the horse's warmth had begun inducing the tired nak'sem into the early stages of sleep. As soon as he began slipping away from consciousness he felt something drop onto his lap. The treton jolted himself awake and fully alert, gripping his tools harder as the scare brought a shiver down his spine. He looked into his lap just to find a warm paper bag filled with food that he could almost only dream of in such a situation, almost salivating since he hadn't had food this good for several weeks or even a few months after departing from his homeland.*

*As soon as he looked up the last of the sun's shine hit his golden eyes and when he drifted his gaze to his side, Mr. Terrel had already come back and was inspecting his horse.* "Nothing to report, sir. Just cut myself accidentally with these darn tools. I also made a Gazillion of these... *He then lowered his tone of voice, almost as if he was worried* "I began to think you wouldn't come back but i can see your steed is important to you, so you wouldn't leave'm behind." *He said, rubbing his eyes as he stood up with one hand already occupied by the bag full of food* "Thanks for these, by the way" *Nak'sem said raising the bag and flashing a warm smile at whom he considered his new friend.*