Norman
*Abzu was simply straight vibing by himself in a corner. He had his mug in one hand, and was flipping a coin in the other. He sighed, and put the coin away, taking a sip from his drink. It had been a while since he had had any form of good conversation with anyone.*
Mary
*Horace entered the tavern with a tried and apathetic look. After the raid that guardsmen organized, Horace just wanted a good meal. Looking around the bar, he'd notice another elf sitting in a corner alone. The elf would think back to the last time he encountered another elf, which brought found memories. Horace would approach the bar, ordering some French fries and some water before approaching his fellow elf. He would observe him in his entirety, before saying.* 
"Could i have a seat here? Been a while since ive seen another elf around here, my names Horace."
*Horace would take a seat if Abzu would allow it, extending his hand as if to hand shake it.*
Norman
"Hm? Sure, go ahead"*He shook his hand.*"I've not seen an elf in a while, but that's partly my fault, I haven't exactly been searching..."*He sighed*"I've not been up to much in general to be honest... Just going about my job... What about you...?"
Mary
*Horace would nod until the topic of job came up. How does one come out with saying hes a thief? The answer, he doesn't.*
"Oh y'know, just a normal day. I work as a mercenary, but business has been slow as of late."
*Horace's fries and water would soon arrive at the table. Horace would hand the waitress a small bag of silver as payment. He'd take off his hood and mask, continuing on and eating some fries before looking up at you.* 
"Oh, im sorry, you want some fries?"
Norman
"No thanks... Also... Whys business been slow? For me I've had floods of people... I'm a tinkerer, after all, who specialises in jewellery and metalwork... Recently a lot of people have wanted jewelry I guess..."
Mary
"Suit yourself, as for work, im not entirely sure. I suppose the guards do their work just fine, so there's no need for Mercs like me. The only missions i get are truly bloody ones, on the verge of illegality." *Horace would continue eating, finishing his small meal not before long.*
Norman
"Hm... Makes sense... Is there much disrest in this country? I travel alot, see, and am fairly far behind on the politics of each continent"
Mary
"Things are relatively peaceful here, or so I've seen. Im not too keen on politics either. There's an occasional fight or tow, but the guards settle it quite cleanly. I hear there's a couple thief's around here too, so if your a jeweler, you might want to match out." *Horace would grin at this, being a thief himself, he know no single jeweler could stop a thief. Horace might even pay the other elf a visit or two. Horace would finish his water, placing his face mask back on.*
Norman
"Hm?"*He lifted his eyebrow. Was that so... Well... What kind of mercenary wears a mask in a tavern? And grins at the mention of thieves? He would watch out, just in case.*
Mary
*"Shit... Might of just given myself away...". Horace would shrug slightly.* "Just a word of advice from a fellow elf..."
Norman
"Right... Well... I should probably get going now..."*He stood, his drink only have drunk. He slowly walked out, giving him one last glance as he exited.*"Bye..."
Mary
*Horace would wave off the other elf, approaching the bartender and getting a room. Going upstairs, he'd unlock and enter his room, and begin making plans for a robbery of a near by Jewelry store*