Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore 

" I've been wandering around this land for quite some years already." The knight answered, looking back at the blacksmith with a smile in response. " The bogs is a *Dangerous* Place, my friend." He pointed out, placing a arm around the blacksmith neck while on his hand held the cup of ale he ordered. " Hell, it even took me years on how to navigate through this damm land for sure." He said, and finally drank his cup. This time, he swallowed a large chunk of it.

" Ah, damm... That was great. " He muttered, feeling alive as if the first time in his life once more. He let go his arms around the blacksmith neck as he stood up from his seat. " As I said once more," He pauses for a moment, finishing the cup of ale he had as he then placed it on the table. " Gratitude is unnecessary, my friend." He stated, regarding about helping out them about finding Kiervan for them. 

" Suits yourself. My lad. I assumed we'll be heading out soon." He reminded them about it. He took out a few pieces of silver and copper from his pouch as he grabbed the blacksmith hand and placed it onto it. But the pieces he had paid for is more than the offer they made of. It's seems he was gonna paid all the meal by himself alone. " That's my pay for this meal. I'm gonna need to use the restroom for a moment." He said, kepting the smile on his face while he turned around, looking for the restroom.

He eventually asks the nearby waitress about it and was given the direction on where it was. He head towards it afterwards.
Kenneth
Kiervan Czerich, Schweingott Moore

"Heading out soon?" Asked Czerich. The knight had caught his attention even as he helped Giallo back on his feet. "I was plannig on staying here for a few days, but I don't know if you have other places to be. I know the kid will probably remain, now that I have retrived my mule."
Tommie
Sir Bryan Verandus, Schweingott Moore

The knight turned around and held his gaze upon Kiervan as he mentioned about heading out for soon. His red" I mean, by "We". I mean, myself instead." He corrected himself upon saying what he had previous just said. " Since I believed my purpose is done at here, I should be heading out soon. " He stated, looking at the group in the each of their eyes. 

" Unless... " He pauses for a moment. He took a glimpse around the place. "...You guys has something in mind that regarded my presence will be needed? " He asked. He was curious about it. He got nothing to do anyways, except for wandering the lands and heading back to Ibethiel for supplies, that is. Yes. However, he had some time to spare with. So, he wouldn't doing other businesses to cut some time for himself.
Lawrence
Kallophon Saz__a__l
Chapel, Castle Grunewald, Vallen

"'Excessive drinking'?" Said Kallophon with a mocking sneer. He looked down at his tunic. "I think you need to get yourself out more, silverblood."

He stepped towards her slowly, arms crossed and eyes fixed on the floor in serious thought. "And I'd lose the lording attitude if I were you. I've just secured the patronage of the Queen of South Feyshore, so no more am I quite the desperate, suggestible drifter you might have taken me for on the stairs. I have all I need rolled out in front of me now." 

He drew up to her, levelling a chilly gaze on her eyes for a moment, before breaking into a sly grin. "You're going to be *Very* Convincing."

Ivagneth Wrencrest
Castle Grunewald, Vallen, Taemar

*Father? 'A determined man'?* Ivagneth's parted as she pondered that. He was hardly 'determined'; not where it mattered, at least. She knew that there was a similarity between she and him, in their wistfulness and their rejection of what the cold-tongued realists had to say, but she felt that such dreaminess did not fit a man over forty years of age. Something wasn't right with 

With a subtle shake of her head, she banished her father's image from her mind. She had no time for the silly old fools among the stock of men. She was interested in a different sort tonight.

She saw a pleasant shift in his face, and a slight dizziness came upon her. If there'd been a black-eyed, long-fanged serpent wound around his arm, waiting to sink its teeth into her wrist, she still would have taken his hand; and so she did. Ivagneth came close, smiling sweetly at him and glancing up and down his face. The lights gave contours of pale sunshine to her hair, and put a glimmer in her iron-blue eyes. "Let's."