Freddie
Out in the wilds, the sun has faded behind the mountains. A purple hue can be seen, but the starts shine bright and the two moons behind to peak their bodies over the horizon.

Frogar had a camp, a bit off the road in a secluded spot. Not hard to miss, but not easy to spot. Frogar had hunted some rabbits and killed a deer. Decent kills, he had plans on selling the meat, hide, and the antlers when he made his way towards Riften. But for now he had some of the deer meat roasting in some sort of stew, with vegetables, spices, and some other ingredients cooking in the small pot. 

Frogar had a warm smile on his face, he never got sick of this. A chilly night, yet the warm fire, the hot food he was about to eat, as well as a trusty bottle of ale would keep the Nord nice and warm.
Francis
The young vampire was walking aimlessly through the woods, whether in search for a meal or to travel away from the main roads was unknown. Her cloak laid neatly upon her shoulders, her hood resting down as normal during the night hours.

She was absorbed in her thoughts it seems as she barely registered she was close to another person. She blinked back to reality as she stared at the camp, stopping right before the light would shine on her.

**"Hello there"** She said after a moment, stepping into the light, now with her hood up. **"Sorry for stumbling upon your camp, I'm just traveling."** She assured the man, not wanting to seem a threat in anyway.
Freddie
He looked up at the woman. But he had a friendly smile.

"Nonsense traveler. Come sit by the fire if need be. No shame in resting one's feet. The Rift can get chilly at this time. I'f you wait long enough, you might be able to try some of my venison stew!" Frogar beckoned Amari to sit by the fire.

"Question is, what's a lass like you wandering around in the woods at night. If you don't mind me asking." Frogar raised a brow.


Frogar knew something was off, could he's paranoid but you always had to be on edge with any traveler. Didn't mean to outcast them or don't treat them with respect, but don't turn your back on them or give them a hug. Might be a bandit or a thief waiting to steal your valuables. Frogar had been on the road for many years, he knew not everyone was like him.
Francis
She seemed taken aback for a moment, not used to this kind of treatment. She slowly treaded over and sat down, keeping a respectable distance from him. 

**"Ah, I'm just trying to get back to Riften. I found traveling away from the main roads can be safer."** She shrugged gently. She lowered her hood, truthfully only a tinge of red colored her grey eyes, and her barely unnatural paleness gave away to her vampirism. 

**"It's also faster once you've traveled the woods enough."** She added after a moment. She seemed almost shy, like she hasn't spoken to someone in a lengthy period of time.
Freddie
"Riften's not far from here... But I agree. Roads are not as safe anymore. Not with the lazy, payed off guards. Damn Black-Briars. A part of me will happily accept a life sentence if it mean taking out the head of the family to end their corruption. My advice, stay away from them. Nothing but trouble... Riften would be a better place if the town wasn't in the pocket of that foul woman." Frogar balled a fist.

He then took a deep breath.

"Sorry, just don't like Riften as much. My father used to talk all about the town before the Briars... Seemed more... Lawful. But don't listen to my rambles. Stew should be ready in a few minutes, if you're not a vegetarian that is." Frogar leaned forward to stir the stew.
Francis
She pursed her lips gently. She's seen more than her fair share of the things Maven has paid the guild to do, and truth be told she didn't like or agree with Maven in the slightest. However, she wasn't paid to express her thoughts on Maven's political campaign.

**"I... Understand your view point. Maven is not the easiest person to agree with."** She conceded at that, **"And the corruption is pretty bad." 

She paused **"Ah, I am sadly vegetarian. I'm sure it tastes lovely though, and I appreciate your hospitality."**
Freddie
"You sure you're not a Green Pact Bosmer?" Frogar stared at her, almost as she offended him.

But his face soon broke into laughter.
"I joke. Nothing wrong with that, everyone has their own preference for food. Can't judge them. Just the way it is. But, if we ever happen to cross paths. I'll be sure to whip up some of my vegetable soup with rice. Really some good stuff." Frogar chuckled as he poured himself a bowl.

"You a native to Skyrim?" He asked as he would blow on a spoonful of the Stew before taking a bite.
Joan
**"I am, I was born on a farm close to Windhelm."** She spoke softly, before cracking a rare smile **"How about you? What brings you out to this wilderness, if you don't mind my questioning."** 

She was truly interested in the man, it was rare to see someone this kind to a stranger. He made her feel safe to open up, a rare thing for her to feel nowadays.
Freddie
"I was born in a home between the two holds, Windhelm and the Riften. Had a homestead where my father hunted and my mother was simple housewife but she did more than keep the house clean." Frogar explained.

"You a mercenary? Look the type... Or maybe a merchant... Can't tell these days." He asked about her line of work.
Francis
She blinked, and thought for a moment **"I'm a type of merchant. For the odd wares."** She answered. She wasn't technically lying, she did seal some stolen items to people under the pretense they truly aren't stolen. **"But I do do the odd job for some coin."** Also not a lie.
Freddie
"Ah." Frogar nodded.

Frogar continued to eat his Stew.

"Got any family near these parts? Husband? Wife? If you don't wanna share, fine by me. Just wondering." He asked.
Francis
She frowned slightly, clasping her hands **"I... Used to. My father. He's long gone by now."** She sighed **"And no, I'm a bit too young for marriage in my opinion."** She looked to him **"And you?"** She asked softly.