Dean
*Kemendriel rubbed her hands. The drizzle that chilled the port town of Huimeor since the morning seemingly didn't want to go away today. Even with all of her clothes and armors on, the dark elf felt the cold moisture tainting her linen pants and freezing her face. Although she didn't like that sensation much, she was facing an issue. A business issue.*
`"... What? Three hundred silver for that? This is outrageous. Thank you sir, but I will pass."` *She replied, visibly to a merchant.*
*Although her voice and face didn't show any sign of irritation, a followed-up soft sight would've betrayed a slight loss of patience in her.*
*She reattached her skinny purse on her belt and drew away from the shop, looking around on the cobbled street to look for her next target.*
`"Hmm... I can't afford a cart either... Buying horse would also be impossible right now, I couldn't even afford their food... What a hassle..."` *She thought aloud while shaking her head.*
*Kenendriel stood tall in the center of the street as her golden eyes pierced through the thin rain's gloom, searching for another solution.*
Ruby
*Despite the unpleasant weather, quite a few people still went on with their daily lives, shopping, going to work or simply passing by. A port town like Huimeor was always lively no matter the weather or season, many goods were brought in here and one could often buy raw materials without paying the cost of transportation that they'd had to buy it at further in the mainland. It was the early afternoon yet the taverns were already packed with drunken sailors who took some well deserved rest after their long travels, to men of the sea like them a little rain was nothing close to an inconvenience, it was a major inconvenience to another someone though. A tall figure in Hybrid leminate armor was splitting the people on the streets with her large shoulders and determined walk like an icebreaker. It was a Beastkin, one of the Felinid kind, despite her grumpy looks and muscular build, she was rather obviously female this was in part betrayed by her fur pattern, Calico patterns were extremely rarely seen one males after all. As the tall figure walked along the shops and comerces, she looked at the prices with an increassingly angry frown.*

*Suddenly her small folded ears twitched and she turned her head to two merchants who were talking in low voices and giggling amongst themselves, apparently her sharp senses were able to pick up on their conversation, they were laughing at her for looking so miserable in the rain. This pushed Nia over the edge she glared at the two merchants who soon realized their mistake, after all, a Beastkin carrying such a large sword was never someone you should make fun of. The warrior's large green eyes darted at their products and the prices... It was expensive like everything else. And like a clap of thunder in the cloudy skies, her extremely loud voice came booming angrily with her uncommon accent.*

"OI! Whit d'ya think yer haverin' aboot eh?! Ai know am a pure nick undar the damn 'ell dreepin' rain! But y'all ain't bonnie either right! With yer bowfin' asses!" *She looked at the price of a cart and then back at the merchant with an even angrier glare.* "Three hunder fiftae silvar for yer wooden sheit?! Got some gallus trynna be so sleekit with me! Are ya two fookin' Screwballs?! Are y'all gawk? Dighted? 'ell mend ye if ya two get a skepit across the heid!" *One of the merchants tried to speak up and interupt her* "Haud yer wheesht! Yer bum must be oot the windae if yer think'in this sheit's okey!" *She continued screaming at them more and more incomprehensibly, the entirety of the street could hear her and turned to the raging beast of a client barraging the two more and more uncomfortable looking merchants with nearly incomprehensible insults.*
Randall
*Further down the wide, busy street, an enormous figure slowly and patiently makes its way through the crowd. This one has no need to force its way through the press of bodies, heavy hoof steps sending small, distinct tremors outward which alert anyone nearby to the presence of something large, and heavy. Most people casually turn to glance, expecting a horse or an ox, only to find themselves staring at the distinctly female, armoured waist of a beastkin. A Centaur, tall, powerfully built with a mane of blonde hair and a dark golden hued body, a huge round shield strapped to her 'human' back, and a long polarm resting easily on one shoulder.

Most people hastily move aside, to gawk up at the hybrid creature, but the centaur pays them no mind. Her sharp, almost elf like face expresses no emotion, flat and seemingly disinterested in her surroundings, but her eyes study the crowd and various stalls. Fish mongers and the like mostly, as expected from a port, though there are various merchants with differing stock. Kalie plods onwards through the drizzle, unbothered by the weather. The rain pings from her upper armour, and steam rises steadily from her flanks, her high body temperature more than enough to deal with the chill.*

*The skins from her recent hunt had been sold for a good price, and now she was on the lookout for a good armourer. Her funds were a little low at the moment, and finding somewhere with a good price was essential. Once she had saved enough gold, she would return to...

Her thoughts are brought to an abrupt halt as loud and angry yelling echoes over the background noise of the crowd. Kalies' pointed ears flick, and her head turns to regard the source of the disturbance; a felinid, haranguing a pair of pale faced merchants with a variety of insults delivered in a highly unusual accent. Idle curiosity gets the better of the Centaur, and with a shrug she ambles over, pushing aside a couple of chuckling sailors, so that she can stand and watch, towering over the heads of everyone else nearby.*
Kathleen
*In crowd someone stood out almost as much as the centaur a naga he pure dirtless white tail and golden under belly of the tail, his hair was the same white coated in gold jewels, it has been grown long so it flows in the winds, he was wear a long white cloth due to his hatred of shirts his chest was bare, and his arms are covered in more gold jewel, some would think he was rich by the amount he's wear*
*He's is unaware of the fact is drawing attention so himself but then he sees the centaur then heard the noise on yelling also moving towards it, wondering if someone needs help, and he didn't want to be a crowd, so slowly makes his way out of the crowd moving over the loud noises pouring himself a mug of beer*
Dean
`"Uhm?"`
*What a racket. And that accent... It wasn't lymian, for sure. She turned over the loud noise that her own pointy ears localized, resting her glance on the pissed off customer. Now, that was a **Big** Cat. And a huge sword for sure. Whereas she would've normally just pursued her daily life, Kemendriel herself had issues with the merchants' prices. 'Serves you right!' She thought. But maybe the intimidation factor that emanated from the felinid could've served her too?*
*The armored elf moved to the yelling person. From her new perspective, she wasn't so intimidating now, as the purple-haired lady's head towered even above the latters. Still, she had to respect a creature like this, and soon she would've reached her shoulder with her right, steely glove..*
`"Forgive them, friend. Greed leads to ruin. Those are already doomed forever."` *She softly spoke.*
*Upon inspection, one could've seen her as an imposing female warrior. A dull-looking, full set of Almain Rivet armor, with furry pauldrons and a purple cape floating by the marine breeze. Her hair seemed long, despite them being tied in a hanging ponytail, made heavier because of the rain. Her body seemingly felt slender and athletic, despite the majority of it being covered in steel, linen and leather.*
*Her face was harmonious, and she displayed a terribly friendly and attractive smile.*
`"I don't really know what you are looking for, but you should move on. Maybe the next neightbouring shops will propose more welcoming prices."`
Ruby
*The screaming rampage that Nia was on was halted rather smoothly by the elf. The tall beastkin had never seen an elf like that one in any of the many lands she had traveled in and so she stared at Kemendriel for a second listening to her speak and nodding.* "Aye, that's right int it?" *She looked at the people some of which were still staring at her strangely, she sighed and turned to the elf once again.* "Sorry for all that racket eh! Ma heid's mince and it's a dreich day am not dealin' with such sheit today." *Her ears twitched a bit, she really seemed in a miserable situation, her exposed fur was all damp and messy and her armor was soaking wet, which for a cat was obviously not a pleasant state to be in nor was it for anyone.* "Riskin' ma life to kill crabbit monsters, but naw, can't buy a shoogly cart, I swear." *She shrugged but was looking a bit exasperated.*
Randall
*The Centauress' gaze moves over to the dark elf, taller than the felinid, but with a strong build. A warrior? Perhaps they both were. They certainly looked strong enough. The woman seemed to have calmed the cat, who now only seemed damp, and somewhat unhappy. The crowd begins to move away, now that the show appears to be over, but Kalie remains standing, letting the people flow around her like water around a stone. The girl needs a cart, if she heard correctly.
Kalie was never above menial labour, nor getting her hands dirty. She was a mercenary in more ways than one, after all, and there was a chance of earning something while she was here. There were no bounties available in town just yet, no other jobs for someone of her skills, but carrying a few items? She could do that. The large beastkin scrapes at the ground a couple of times with a front hoof, in a lazy, thoughtful gesture, then shrugs her broad shoulders lightly and casually steps forwards toward the two women, feet clopping against the stone cobbles.*

"Greetings, strangers. Apologies for the interruption, but did I hear you say you needed a cart? Perhaps I can be of assistance."

*Her voice, while polite and formal, is neutral and kind of clipped, much like her face, deep yet distinctly feminine and with a strange accent. Not quite so severe as Nias' of course, but definitely foreign.*
Kathleen
*Dillion watches them from a few feet away, before also coming up to the party at first curious about what was bringing such a Odd party, but when he saw the dark elf he almost freezes in place in complete awe of her beauty, he even dropped his mug. He has never seen anything like her*
Dean
*The dark elf turned around as another person joined the little group. While Kemendriel woudl've heard what was to her a foreign feminine voice, her eyes widened when she raised her head to look up at the centauress. A rare sight! Only a few people in Ramul Ta could've boasted of having a glimpse at this race. And moreover, she seemed like an educated one! Fortunately for Kalie, the steel-plated warrior wasn't a monster hunter or a slaver.*
*A while of shock after, she cleared her throat before greeting the imposing horsey figure.*
`"Hum, g-greetings. Sorry for that awkward silence, it isn't everyday that you see one of your kind, here in Lymia..."`
*She hesitated, probably by sheer intimidation. But that wasn't for long before she replied to the centauress.*
`"In fact yes, I was searching for a way to transport my equipments. But by that I meant, a permanent one. I wouldn't even dare to ask you for such a mundane task."`
*Kalie monopolized all of her attention at this moment -and she probably wasn't the only one- and such, she didn't notice the male Naga contemplating her face. Not yet at least.*
Ruby
*Nia still looked a bit grumpy all soaked in the rain, but a glimps of her more casual enthusiastic shined through her eyes when she gazed upon the centaur. She looked at Kalie from head to toe, well hooves, and grinned. She remembered a distant past memory in the farm where she grew, a centaur in armor talking with her father around cups of coffee. It slowly came back to her as she had mostly forgotten what was to a kid a very mundain interaction, but now she thought a bit more about it, she rarely ever saw other centaurs really besides that one soldier that had certainly served with her dad at some point in his long military career.* "Oi centaur lass! Offrin' service right? How nah? Just a wee keek at at ya and I know yer gonna take fine care of ma armour. Mon what's yer price? Am pretty scunnered with them dreepin' rags." *She was pretty casual about it all, but seemed happy that somebody would conveniently take her luggage for her, if that was the case she could go get some food and drinks at an inn, and boy did the big felinid love food and drinks. She didn't think about a "Permanent solution" Or long term in general, part of her laid back personality was a principle saying "Easy come easy go" Use what comes your way as long as it works, if it's not viable in the future find a solution when the current one stops working! Easy, no worries, that was her way of going about buisness.*
Randall
Oop, I'll have to post later on, still at work

*Kalie flicks her damp hair away from her face with a bounce of her head, her tail doing the same, swishing left and right. She waits out the brief silence without comment, possibly accustomed to the initial shock of strangers. Centaur were a somewhat rare sight, as the elf said, and she took no offense. Her expression remains as neutral as before, showing no emotion. Only a slight raising of one fine blonde eyebrow occurs, as she addresses both the women.*

"No task is mundane. I find work to be an excellent way to pass the time. For a couple of silver, I'll carry your equipment where you need it to go."

*Kalies' eyes move from Nia, to Kemendriel, considering her words. Another idea occurs, and she decides to make a suggestion. Sticking around unusual people like this often brought an opportunity for profit.*

"Or, perhaps you could use an ally on your travels. Someone to watch your back."

*It seemed a safe bet. If the elf had friends, they'd be here with her, wouldn't they? Instead the girl is wandering around alone. Kalie doesn't bother asking why; the less she knew, the better. She's about to speak again, when she finally notices the Naga. For a moment, she's surprised. How had she not seen him before? All that white, and.. That was a -lot- of gold. Suddenly it strikes her, that they've formed a rather unusual group indeed, and seem to be drawing a little bit too much attention. Well, she would see what the females answer to her proposal was first.*
Kathleen
Dillion was still looking to her it hard not to notice the gold & white naga, who's tail is starting to move left and right. It may just be his loneliness getting to him,, suddenly he snapped out his trance hearing what Kalie* 
"I-i'll help too!" 
*He said without thinking, he turns to look at the other hoping they didn't see him in a trance about the elf lucky they didn't seem to noitce, he slap his palm against his head, but still wanted to help them, 'it would nice to get out and talk to people maybe it'll help my awkwardness to people' he thought to himself. He looked at the others again, they were a real odd bunch so dillion felt a little bit better about helping out, if the dark elf didn't mind*