Paul
"Let's go then, it's not far from here..." *Ryza said, buckling his rucksack to his waist and straightening his cloak, he walks a few dozen steps before turning back with a slight chuckle.

"Don't forget that spear of your's, lady Yuzu."

He would lead the both of them through the countryside, the moonlight shine their paths ahead, the distant owl and wolves noises faint yet still clear to the keen eared. Ryza glaive's shine vividly in his back, piercing through it's animal hide scabbard. The elf walks with a specific and distinct rhythm, swift yet with a certain prideful and determined stomp on the earth, like a horse mount gallop.

They walked for a good few while, and they saw the cottage in the distant, as they draws near they saw the large cottage with two floor and a balcony. The elf unlocked the door to a living room, nothing grand, just a humble table and a few chairs that lead to a stair.

"The room is upstairs, near the balcony, an empty one, so dont worry, no one will be bothered by you being there." Ryza said as he stowed his rucksack on one of the chair, the house were large, but it felt empty, there were more empty rooms than occupied ones. Paintings, poems and paperwork, both finished and unfinished, littered the table with ink and paints complemented those work in table.
Michael
*Mizu would bow her head out of courtesy* "Thank you for letting me stay the night. In my long life not many had offered me shelter before"

*Looking around the cottage, she would grin ever so slightly noticing how many empty rooms there were "That said, you have a lot of rooms for someone that lives alone. You have a lot of visitors, or is this also part of your 'humility'~" *Mizu would tease ever so lightly.* 

*Her mark had no ill intent associated with it. The cottage wasn't as excessive as some of the noble manors she had seen in the past, and for someone whom she felt was safe to assume was a former noble given his mannerisms, name, and equipment, it surely was humble. But she wanted to simply make a point at how the elf still had things of value and that he hadn't lost everything*

*She would glance around and admire the art scattered around the room* "I see you're a talented artist. Were you painting the night sky just now?" *She would ask inquisitively, her curiosity getting the best of her*
Paul
"I do have visitors, usually colleagues and civilians having a chat about their concerns, i also have a few housekeepers and secretaries that help me with my work and i do sometimes give people a roof to sleep in if they need so, I don't really have anything worthy of thieves so I don't really fear malevolent individuals that i let into my abode, but yes, for the most part i live alone in this house."


There were many paintings in the wall, with descriptive and creative titles accompanying them.

*Euphoric Exhilaration* A painting of a parade, with the night sky decorated with lanterns and cheering crowds, colourful flags and the crescent moon. Another a painting simply titled *Gathering*, a giant piece with many portraits of people, from what looks like his family, his friends, colleagues and companions, some look too young, some look old and there were huge, empty space left in the big canvas. *Dreamers.*, a piece of two Lathian in a place cloudy and asymmetrical, chaotic yet comforting, it captured the vivid idea of dreams and how people interpret them. *The Dancing Demon*, *Cold but Lovely* To name a few.

But it was the piece *Ulnoor* That struck many others before her, it shown the man capability to terrify; a raw visceral expression of how bloody war can be, ships burning, corpses drowning and a bloody palm holding a glaive, accompanied by a single sentence written near the bottom of the painting, *"I cannot feel anything, only the numbness, am i the monster here?"*

"I started painting one last week, I haven't finished yet but i can let you see it." Ryza walked past the grim art covered slightly by a white blanket.
Michael
*Mizu admired each painting, feeling the raw emotion and effort put into each and every single one of them. Paintings were a great way of preserving the past, to eternalize spectacular events. But the painting 'Ulnoor' struck a chord in her. The pain, the brutality, the horror... It... It excited her*

*From deep within her she once more felt that all consuming hunger, the lust for battle and violence. The monster known as desire. With her grin a bit of that bloodthirsty aura would slip-out, but she would quickly remember where she was and suppress it once more. While she was now human, it would seem her mind still remembered what it was like to be a hedonistic vampire for the past 250 years. The yearning was still there... But she was a mother now as she glanced down to Yuzu*

*She would then shake her head and regain her composure* 

"This painting, I can feel a strong sense of emotion put into it. It really shows the true nature of war and the sensation associated with it"

*Her gaze would then be drawn to the canvas covered in a blanket, once more letting her curiosity get the best of her*

"I would love to see it. I am an avid fan of art. They capture the emotion and experiences of the creator and eternalize it. Which is why I always try to take them as souvenirs when I travel. To capture a piece of that moment and always have it with me. You know what I mean?"