Gayle
With the sun rising on the horizon. Its light slowly followed the road, giving it an yellow hue before a shadow was cast by the big silhouette of Duch on his horseback. Wandering around the countryside hoping to find a job somewhere in the cities ahead, Duch face was hidden by his leaf visor helmet but he was visibly feeling down. Trying to wonder methods that can be used to make horse cavalry more versatile than just being more in numbers than skilled magicians on the battlefield. So far, he hasn't got that many information for him to use. In his hand is a book where scribbles filling the pages of ideas that he was thinking up but if he can't test them for real on the battlefield, they will forever be theory and never a strategy. War is much more complicated than just a simple game of rock paper scissors with the armies down below, terrain, skill, manoeuvres and more must all be accounted for before any sort of victory can be in sight for the army. Feeling his horse becoming more agitated, Duch slowly demount from its back to allow it to get some rest after carrying it all the way here. It had travelled quite the distance and its never something good to overwork a steed before any sort of job. Moving to the side of the road so that it wouldn't block most of the path, Duch steed headed to the grass that was just next to the road to graze on as Duch keep watch to make sure that nobody would make her jump in fright, even moving behind her to block anybody dumb enough to stand next to a powerful horse enter its field of view, risking himself of being kicked by his own steed. However, he does have some faith in his horse and she barely reacted to him moving to where she would normally kick any strangers.

Now sitting down behind his grazing horse, he looks at the book that he was writing in. Turning another page after using the few first, he rubbs his hand on the pencil seemingly getting ready to write down more for his notebook.
Harry
On the first part of the journey, a mercenary was looking at all the life.

There were plants, there were rocks, there was grass, sand, hills and rain.

Now the mercenary, dressed in a dark gambeson coat with leather boots, gloves and a kettle hat helmet wandered the road to New Salvainia with his horse following by a lead. He sighed and loosened his collar to let some air into his person. It was a long journey and both him and his horse could do with a break.

Fortunately, they came across someone who also was taking a break. He wandered up to the gentleman with his horse following and cleared his throat "Pardon me sir, you mind if I sit with you?" He asked with a tired tone projected towards the gentleman. The guy looked pretty well armoured and appeared to be a soldier of sorts but he couldn't say for certain.
Gayle
Looking up from his book, he sees another man dressed in what Duch can only assume to be hussite armour. So the person he is looking at must be a soldier or a mercenary.

"Oh, sure. There is still some grazing parts that my horse hasn't eaten through. Help yourself" Seeing that the man also have a horse, there shouldn't be much to fear when it comes to controlling it. Duch picks up the lease for his horse and drags her away to make more room for this other man's horse to graze one.

After Duch's horse soften up to new company, Duch couldn't help but ask the man who appeared with a horse as well. "So, good sir. I see that you have gotten yourself quite the ride. Bit pricy for a farm soldier i would say, Are you a mercenary?". Seeing that his horse wants more attention, Duch pulls a satchel lying near the saddle as he tries to converse with the new visitor. Pulling out the needed grooming tool to make sure that she is well taken care off.
Harry
A sigh of relief escape the gentleman's lips as he undid the saddle of his horse and allowed it to graze with the soldier's other horse. The man wandered next to the gentleman, put his saddle down and sat down on the grass, using the saddle as a sort of backrest. "In a way. I'm a mercenary and a monster hunter." He admitted to the stranger, pulling his kettle hat off to let the weight off his head. He sighed and ran his hands over his head to sort his black hair out. "Work's not easy to find but it's entertaining." He admitted to the gentleman as he shifted himself to get comfortable. 

"What about you? You don't strike me as a guy who can't afford a horse like that." He motioned to Duch's mount with a raised eyebrow. What was it? A warhorse? It looked pretty tough. Tougher than his own at the least. He thought about the person he was chatting to as he was setting his kettle helm down on his lap and looking out toward the road to see if anyone else would come. He then turned to look back at the gentleman then offered his hand "Nykellen Castellano." He introduced himself.
Gayle
"Here here." Duch chuckle when he hears him says that work is not easy to find. "Mercenaries seem to get a bad reputation nowadays and its not like war is breaking out anytime soon giving us something to do"

Before heading to his horse to groom it from the dirt, Nykellen question reaches his ear, causing him to turn around and see that he has his hand out. "Well, my father was quite the wealthy man before taking up mercenary work. He was a leader of a tribe of steppe elves. We steppe value horses of high quality and it signifies our wealth, its only natural that I was given such a blessing of a mount." Duch chuckles, Reaching his hand out to shake it "Duch Upadl Szarza, You can tell its important because there is a middle name." He joked.

After that friendly gesture and greeting, His horse knocks him on the back with her snout to get to it already. Duch sighs before turning around to do a quick clean "Although, she is quite rowdy when not in battle. Funny enough, she doesn't mind getting fighting in mud or rain but always demands that i clean her afterwards. Well i guess its good for hygienic purposes, she always wants to look her best."