Doris
With heavy chatter among patrons within the establishment, many took no notice to the young woman who entered. Embraced the cheerful atmosphere, she had an impassive expression plastered on her fair-skin, a lighter-shade of blonde hair neatly pulled back in a bun, gloved hands grasping a creased flyer. 

Much like Ísfríðr's aura, hers spans 30 ft around her — yet contrary to the shorter woman, Yulia's gifts physical ease and reliance as if an older sister. Though her appearance gave an image of a well-inverse aristocrat, the rucksack and halberd bouncing behind her easily gave way her occupation. 

Eyes darting around the tavern, "Alde" Should be around the room. While the man did give out his name, there is no brief description of his looks.. Letting out a cough, she brought the piece of paper up to her eyes to read out.

 "*Aldeberte Gyldensteerne-Seedel?*" Are you here?"

Her voice was audible enough to be heard around the crowded tavern, her eyes once more scanning the room to spot her would-be employer.
Rita
Aldeberto looked up, pausing the backrub, to stand up. He noted the young woman, and smiled faintly, though he had hoped for another male to join, he wasn't going to complain to another woman joining.

"That would be me, miss."

He said, waving his hand. His voice is audible enough to be heard, and he is rather thankful the room isn't more crowded. He isn't sure if he could shout loudly enough, if it was. |She seems rather nice.| He thought.
Charles
She looked at the new comer. Hmmm... Was this planned? She hopes this wasn't planned. Anyways, she practically studied this... Person. The way she spoke... Everything. What do you expect? She was raised on the grounds of 'someone nice could capture you and sell you.' That generally is true if you are dealing with back alley shady men, but not so much when you are dealing with people at the pub. 

Yikes, a wealthy girl. She definitely didn't look cut out, but she may prove her wrong. Then again, she does have that aura that... Makes her feel somewhat complacent about being around them. Maybe that's why she felt comfortable around Alde. 

He heard her call his name, tilting her head like a curious dog. Ironic, she hates dogs. He answered as well! This feels like when she appeared, but it was... Much much... More awkward. Alde even thought he was about to get killed or something! 

"Hmmm? A freish mukker?"
Paula
The woman didn't expect a young blond to be her employer, who looks to be around her age as well. Giving Alde a small smile in response, she crumpled the flyer within her hands as she walked towards the pair. 

The young woman sitting on the swivel chair with a questioning stare caught Yulia's attention. One of her colleagues, perhaps? Despite having a delicate build, Ísfríðr's appearance made her feel quite uneasy.

"Greetings. Petra Pierniki. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Rita
Aldeberto smiled at the woman, and he sat back down. He took a moment to think about this new woman, seeing some wealth from her, and wondered. |Hm, maybe she's looking to hire.| He thought, a little hopeful, though he wouldn't complain if she was looking to join.

"Greets, I am Aldeberto, a pleasure miss Petre Pierniki."

He smiled more as he spoke, relaxing in his seat. He wondered who else might join on, though part of him hoped these two weren't going to be trouble in the same group. He decided to let Isfridor introduce herself. |This will be... Interesting.| He thought.
Charles
She didn't have much to contribute to anything, so she nodded to the girl, deciding to introduce herself. She guesses it's better to make more friends? How would she make friends though? She is quite... Bad at doing just that.

"Th' name's ísfríðr"

She said, acknowledging the new comer. Wonder what she was like. Maybe she was unstable! All the cute girls seem to be unstable. Look at Ísfríðr! She... Is... Actually relatively normal... Hrmmm
Doris
"You look quite cute, miss ísfríðr."

While many would hesitate to talk with ísfríðr, Pyetra didn't seem too unnerved to ignore the woman. Her statement could be too strong for first impressions, a pleasant smile still on the Mentian's face.

Yulia Pyetra Piernikov is a young woman with good manners, and generally a nice gal. It wouldn't be too difficult for someone such as her to be your friend because of her openness. It'd be up to ísfríðr to decide if she wants her to be a friend though. 

*Yeah, just a pleasant girl.*

Dragging an unoccupied chair from a different table, she sat between ísfríðr and Alde, rucksack now off her shoulders and instead sitting neatly beside her. Now settled in, Pyetra turned her head towards Alde, head tilted to the side as she spoke.

"I saw your flyer, searching for people to join eet says? Is it true?"
Rita
Alde smiled, and nodded, relaxing into his seat, as he shifted to return to giving ísfríðr a backrub. He wasn't sure if when he stopped, if he was supposed to return to it, so he just decided to. ~~He wants those brownie points afterall.~~

"Why, yes, actually. I hope to form a group, Monster Slayers, Mercenaries, anything that's needed really, for the coin... So long as its legal, of course."

He shifted his focus back to Pyetra, as his hands continued to work. He continued to relax as he spoke, slowly starting to break out of his shy, awkwardness.

"What are your skills, miss Pyetra?"
Charles
She nodded to the girl, eventually... Well... Falling asleep. You see, the combination of alcohol and back rubs makes you too comfortable. This, in turn, causes you to fall asleep. Faerydae was especially weak to this and just outright fell asleep. 

Better wake her up when they are finished talking. Wouldn't want to leave one of your coworkers alone... In an inn... Defenseless... Asleep... And drunk! Completely a bad idea. 

At least she wasn't snoring! She was a silent sleeper. But, it was obvious she was asleep. She was quite limp when she fell asleep. It was like the thing Ferrets have called Dead Sleep.
Doris
*A group of mercenaries?*

While Pyetra isn't one to fight, she possess some experience under her belt. And most of it is more used for self-defense. Not saying that she can't do an initiative, since she did get lessons from someone during her travels, it'd be more comfortable for her to remain in the middle. 

"I know what could be eaten, and what is not. The difference of an edible fruit to one that easily suffocates you as it breaks down in your body."

Leaning in on the table, an arm tucked in the crook of her elbow. Hand laying against her chin, the opposite freeing her hair from its tight bun. 

"In addition, I have knowledge on herbal medicine, and a lucky fisher too."
Rita
Alde listened, tilting his head faintly, as he thought over what she said. He smiled faintly, with a nod. He saw the value in someone like that. He thought of the beginnings of his travels, and how he had struggled to find edible food on his journey to start up his mercenary group.

"I see, you seem quite knowledgeable. And very handy skills to have. I would be honored for you to join us, miss Pyetra."

He smiled, and scratched his chin, admiring her beauty. |I wonder if I'll be slapped again.| He thought. |I hope not, because that hurt the last time...|
Doris
Aldeberto is a very luck boy. Two blonde girls with lithe attractive figures? Both capable of taking care of you? Many would kill for such a chance! And yet this man-child managed to get one free — well, he does need to pay them. But who'd be unwilling to pay two beauties? 

Pyetra herself got to scan her employer's looks up close. Aldeberto Gyldenstierne- Siedel, a young lad with very sharp features and hair as bright as the morning star. It's no doubt that many had fallen for Alde before. Question is, is the man single?

Not that Pyetra likes the man, she's way too smart to fall for someone during first meetings. But seeing Alde care for the sleeping woman affront of him, it does give off the impression that they're a couple. Speaking off Isfrid, the woman fell asleep as soon as he started to rub her back. Perhaps he's a good massager too? 

Letting out an angelic chuckle, she leaned back into her chair, tucking a lock of lighter-yellow hair behind her.. Surprisingly elfish ears. 

"I am grateful. Thank you for having me, kaka."
Rita
Aldeberto is indeed, a very, very lucky boy. Though he doesn't realize the true gift of this situation, quite yet. He takes time to speak again, slowly stopping his back-rubbing for the sleeping ísfríðr.

He looks about the tavern, wondering if there would be anyone else joining, or if this would be it for now. He then glances back between the two beautiful, lithe figures at the table with him.

He took the final sip of his drink, setting the mug down. He taps his drum absent-mindedly, for a minute, before shaking his head. |Oh right!| He thought, putting the drum back into his pack.

"I should be the one grateful, miss Pyetra."

He is trying to memorize their names, realizing he will need to. He hopes he'll get used to it, and noticed her ears. He paused, blinking. He's never *Actually* Met someone with Elfish ears before. He kind of wants to touch them, though he ignores the feeling for now.
Paula
Catching him pause at the sight of her ears, she gave the man a faint smile. Many would be surprised at the shape and size, it being too peculiar for an Earth Macen to have. Even if it's simply part of the genetic lottery. *It does make her feel exotic, honestly.*

"If you do not mind me asking, but are you two lovers?"

An important question. In the case that Pyetra does portray romantic interest in Alde, she wouldn't have to suffer the awkwardness later on. Quite horrid, considering that they're a group of three.
Rita
He blinks, and looks to at ísfríðr, then Pyetra. His cheeks flush with embarrassment. He hadn't imagined finding love, let alone two potential women to choose from. He begins to stutter horribly, and embarrassedly.

"I-I u-uh... Wh-what m-makes y-you th-think th-tha-at?"

He's a little adorable embarrassed, and his reddening cheeks add to it. He takes a few breaths, and awkwardly tries to get a drink out of his empty mug, uselessly. He tries to think of what to say, and how to calm himself down.
Doris
Sweet, soft laughter danced out of her plump lips, having been given such an amusing reaction from Alde. A whole sentence full of stutter? Just how timid can he be~?

"Nothing, nothing. The pair of you are very comfortable with each other."

Alde does have an easing aura to him. As if he's someone she knew for a long time, like a little brother. Petrya has that same gift, and it made talking much *Much* Easier. 

"You are a very handsome man, ser Gyldensteerne."
Charles
Little did the two know, she was actually listening to the two talk! She was going to remember this forever. 

He was a handsome guy. Sharp features... She wouldn't feel comfortable with talking to him about it now, but she'll probably mention it one day. 

His aura made her feel happy and nice inside... Made her feel comfortable
Rita
He frowned, and shook his head. He took in a breath, relieved, as he began calming down. He shook his head, furrowing his brow, as he thought.

"I... Well... Thank you."

He blushed at the compliment, looking down at the table. He wasn't sure what to say, though he appreciated it. Words came to mind, and he just started speaking.

"Thank you... For the compliment, you are... Rather beautiful yourself, miss Pyetra."

He merely hoped he wouldn't regret everything. He absentmindedly, reached over back to ísfríðr, and gently playing with her hair. |Things will be... Interesting.| He thought, smiling.
Doris
Pyetra had always been regarded as a beautiful girl, first from her father and many more from old suitors. She really did won the genetic lottery, having skin that *Scarcely* Produced anything unpleasant and looks that could bend over man and woman. So having heard this from Alde didn't surprise her, instead the same faint smile remains ever present on her fair skin. 

"Your friend seems to be enjoying her slumber there."

Shifting the topic to Isfrid, the girl in question is quite cute too. Much like Pyetra, she has a certain elfin quality in her appearance, and the way her lapiz lazuli orbs speaks. She commends such a figure, lacking in any visual muscles yet retaining the strength of a Macen, very prideful. 

"I assume you we are all relative acquaintances?"
Rita
Aldeberto listened to her, and relaxed. He thought of his family again, and the farm. He was relieved to truly be free from those days. He noticed her faint smile remaining on her pretty face, and his smile grew.

He slowly stops playing with ísfríðr's hair, realizing it was kind of odd for him to do. He tapped the table with the hand instead, practically playing the drums with the table. He focused back to Pyetra, nodding.

"Yes, I her just a little bit ago actually. I uh... Said something I shouldn't have and... Well to make it up, I rubbed her back."
Charles
The girl 'awoke,' if you could call it that. She has been awake for the whole time, listening in on their conversations. Of course she did. Why wouldn't she listen in on their conversations? You see, she was suspicious of Aldeberto. That handsome handsome, well carved out man. That perfect, chiseled body. She felt his hand stroke her hair, which shot a jolt through her body. Made her feel as if she was being injected with vigour she hasn't felt in years. Was it because she was feeling drained from adventuring? Or was it because she lost the person who gave her the same drive years ago. Now, she looked at the two of them. Now that she... Got what little alcohol flushed out of her brain, she was able to... Well, function normally! Her beautiful cyan eyes, something like a gem... Her dark golden hair. It looked like shiny gold in the darkness. It was fitting, knowing her background as someone with a less than optimal history. Moving down her body, they'd find that she lacked any tan lines, rather, she was beautifully pale all around. Seems like she covered up very well. She wasn't completely pale though. She had some colour, some depth. She just wasn't orange like some people. You may start wondering, could she actually tan? Was she just going to remain pale? It wasn't a bad look on her. It did complement her look. Imagine, a Dark Blonde haired, bright cyan blue eye, permanently blushed face, and pale, smooth skin girl being close and personal with you. It was something that you'd want as any man. Of course, some people might not like that combination. She of course, wasn't really that curvy. She had a small chest, but at least she did have some nice thighs to work with.

They weren't massive, but they were good enough to sleep on as she gave you a massage. 

Again, she was looking at the two with her fair look. She cleared her throat, shaking her head, as if trying to shake off any bad thoughts. She truly felt comfortable around Aldeberto. His aura filled the void in her heart that only family could fill for her. She didn't have a family. They were all killed in front of her, one of them hanged, and the other disemboweled. A sad life indeed for her. She was playing with her hair awkwardly, as she answered the girl's question from before. Were they lovers? Definitely not! They just met today! They were also coworkers. Leader and Follower. He definitely made a poor first impression when they met, but she trusts that he'll make up for it. Definitely. He had to make up for it right? But... It wouldn't be too bad if they started dating. She'd feel safe and happy around him. He already felt like family to her. She didn't know exactly why, but that's the reality to her.

He just felt like family. 

```"I wouldn't mind it. He's pretty attractive and nice. He's also probably a really good guy if I get to know him"```

Is what she would have said. She wouldn't... She was too shy to do that. He was already interested in someone else. Gosh, crushes suck so much. You see them for the first time and your heart just falls for them. Why did they exist? She knew that it probably won't happen. The girl in front of her was much more attractive. She had brighter hair... She was taller... She had nice lips. What was she saying?

She isn't falling for that girl. She deserves a man!

"I'm not dating this person. We just met and he made a piss poor first impression by calling me flat"

She said, with a hmph. She had no alcohol to drink... And she had a different... Well, voice! My my, she doesn't sound like a brit with an infinity stroke, rather, she just sounded like a generic, well educated woman of the Middle Class. She of course, was nowhere near the middle class. She spent her money on her travels and equipment. It would take literal years to get back to the money she had back then. She wished she had someone she could share her money with... It would feel so much better. Having someone who you can support and can get support from. Hmmmmm~ The problems of being Single she supposes. She slipped on her equipment, not requiring her back rubs anymore... And is now going to.. Well, contribute to the conversation! Hopefully.