Caroline
He didn't exactly *Inspire* Confidence either. On the thin side with thin, worn down clothes despite the light clink in a pouch at his side. It was all rather contradictory, but so far he hadn't eyed her up like a target. Probably. He seemed to be in the same sort of traveling slog she was; Putting one foot in front of the other until he hopefully reached his destination.

"Well maybe if you ask kindly enough the sky will open up and pour down rain," He said with some fairly obvious sarcasm, ignoring her tenseness. "Either way, Fuchjuun Valley is close by so just don't *Completely* Die of dehydration before then, mm?"
Brenda
She sensed this was going to be an interesting conversation, surely she had thought that the last two times but the third is the one or something like that. 
The guy seemed a bit beaten by life, but he did not give menacing vibes.

"I think that's a bit difficult, I already died like 5 hours ago, and you're talking to a wandering spirit" She responded entretained just thinking of how was that conversation going to unfold
Caroline
"Well then, you've obviously done it *Wrong*, you can't be dead and thirsty. If you are, then remind me not to die anytime soon. I wouldn't want to pass and moan and groan about the damn ham sandwich stuck in my throat," He says with considerable dryness, but when she reciprocates instead of becoming offended it takes on and almost... Playful quality? It's nice to have someone about who can have a jest and not be morally offended that you're not taking them absolutely seriously.

"So where are you going now? To go haunt some poor merchant that sold you a leaky canteen? Curse his family for generations that none of them shall find their cupware whole?" He inquired, glancing over with golden eyes.
Brenda
"Well, seems like im one of those damned ghosts that go around complaining about everything and annoying people to death" That was probably the best conversation she had in a long time, every person that talked with her in the past was painfully formal, it almost was ñike everyone just decided to be royal from one moment to another without telling her.

"I should really take my ghostful vengance on that merchant, but you you look like a better person to haunt around" She grinned jokingly
Caroline
"Sounds like a dinner party. You're a ghost of dinner parties and family reunions," He decides, nodding lightly to it. "Nothing to do with existence but wander from party to party complaining about the lack of drink."

At the claim that *He* Looks like someone to haunt, he places his hand on his chest in mock shock. "*Me?* I've never wronged anyone who hasn't already balanced the scales for it. Surely you mean someone else in my family. Maybe a Duke or something of that cloth."
Brenda
"I may be the type of ghost that annoys people at parties. But i have standards, haunt a *Mere* Duke? Huh, nonono I haunt just the best kind of random travelers" She said in false indigation 

She really was the type of person that when dead would probably complain at dinner parties just to annoy people, but of course she would never admit that in front of anyone
Caroline
"Shame. I'd have rather liked to see the Duke trying to get ready for a dinner party with a haunting spectre behind him reminding him that he wore those clothes to his *Last* Party, and he *Really should* Have listened to his wife and just gotten another outfit, regardless of how much he may like this one," He says, feeling his legs want to cramp but pushing onward. "Of course it never takes much to make them look a fool either way. Just the off advice they take to heart."

Which was odd to say perhaps but he continued on at his casual pace, "But surely a number of travelers in Fuchjuun." He says as they crest a hill and down below is the sprawling houses, buildings and lights. He exhales, removing a paper to reread and putting it away. "Well, almost there then."
Brenda
"It would be terrible if the didn't already do that by themselves, have you ever seen a Duke compleatly relaxed in a party? The get completely neurotic when it comes to be perfect in front of others" She said in disagreement, "It gets funny when they have to go get some air, they completely break down thinking lady super fancy didn't like how was the lobster seasoned"

She spotted the distant town and felt relieved, the first thing that she would bewitch would of course be a water well, and no one could stop her.
Caroline
"Twice. Once was a man who'd reached the respectable age of not giving a single fuck because his time was borrowed, and at that point no one could do anything to him anyway. Rather impressive really. His children stayed as far away as possible from him. I imagine they were terrified that he would wrench the stick they had up their ass out in public," The man says with all the seriousness of a person who actually witnessed such events. "I'm sure if he had they would have collapsed in on themselves. There wasn't really anything else in place holding them up."

He started walking again down the hill, feeling a bit light headed. He needed to eat. And rest. And drink his remaining water that he still wasn't bringing out in the company of another.
Brenda
"Wow, that probably must have been hilarious. Its sad that he had to be that old to realize he didn't have to give a fuck about shit"

She didn't feel like she would reach the town before becoming a dry ghost for real, so she decided to drink the last drops of water from her almost empty canteen. There there wasn't much left to reach her destination so she suposed it wouldn't be bad. As soon as he arrived he would drink the most amount of water he had ever drunk in his life.
Caroline
"I'm sure he realized it sooner, but there's always some amount of pressure to make sure you're standing up properly on your pole. That tends to be what being Noble is; You make sure the stick up your arse is shinier than your fellows and hope no one notices that you've all got sticks up there and no one is really enjoying it." Amos shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling into his bones. Or maybe it was remembering. "Regardless, everyone has a role to play and only people who haven't much left to lose get to discard it. Everyone else gets to keep going."

He smirked a bit, "That's why I traded in my feathered coat for these old rags. That and I heard they're very fashionable here. Oriates love them."
Brenda
"You seem to know a lot about noble life to be a simple peasant, maybe im talking shit about dukes and duchesses in front of an undercover spy. What would lead to me in jail and eventually even more dead than I am already, or maybe im wandering too far and you are just very philosofic.
Either way I have enjoyed this conversation so far" Renae joked. The man next to her didn't look refined, and he definitely didn't act refined, she knew by expirience that people often found dificult to drop habits, and the nobility was no exception.

She felt comfortable talking to this guy, maybe it was because of how relaxed he seemed, or perhaps his tired eyes that inspired confidence in the girl.
Caroline
"Oh, do I?" He asked, smirking. "I suppose I could tell you quite a bit about nobles. I could tell you about how High Elves struggle to have children, then pit them against one another as if raising little spies and backstabbers themselves. Always a bad idea, mind," Looking over at her. "Eventually they learn better than their elders, but then I suppose they're perfectly ready to take their place in the family. I could tell you about how, to be honest, a poor spy is a fine one because high society doesn't notice them. Not their maids, not their cooks, no one because they're too wrapped up in their own worlds which *Must* Be incredibly important and besides, they're barely people either way." It was all delivered so... Cheerfully despite his words being so blunt with an element of sarcasm over it. Despite that, it's all quite true too.

"Though, if I were a spy, I suppose I'm a poor one, because so far all we've discussed is the size of sticks the Nobles carry. I *Suppose* I could be a noble myself, but then I suppose I'm quite some ways from home as well *And* Without my coin purse which is a crime penalized by death of course. Why," With faux shock, "I've not even had my perfumed bath."
Brenda
"What a troubled life, I guess Ishould be thankful that my parents weren't in the highest class. Having a high position in this society seems like a pile of shit to me already, and im very young." She smirked "At this rate im probably going to end up liking anarchy more than I already do, I wonder if some of those high class kids have already revealed against their parents?" She said lost in thought 

"Well you should probably hurry and take that bath, it really seems like you need it. I have never in my ghost life seen a noble in such pitful condition, Heck, I could probably mistake you by a mere *Peasant* Like myself and start talking to you like it was nothing..."
Caroline
"Oh, it is. A glorified one decorated with gems and flowers, but shit is shit," He says with a nod, smirking. "It's all the ideals on a silver platter; A home you're never safe or happy in, money to cover up the stupid acts you get into, growing up with the supposed knowledge of being better than others... And it's all a lie of course, but if we believed that we would need to accept that we're not better than anyone else. Not by race. Not by status. And then what does that mean."

He said in a soft, faux whisper, "Just means we're assholes really and no one likes that."

As they reached the city, his pace slowed, eyes on the buildings and feeling a tension grow in his stomach. "Well, suppose I'll just need to take a bath and try to look the part. Do you suppose after a hundred or so years I could learn how to act the part?"
Brenda
"I believe most of them would be happy if they weren't raised like that, and opposing to fantasy books they probably would like a life in the woods rather than having a silver spoon up their asses, it may depend on how old they are though" She responded

She was surprised of how fast they had reached the place, after all it was true that time flies when you are entertained 
"You probably would have to learn a hole script from memory because I can sense your sass from kilometers away"
Caroline
He sits down, letting out a breath and giving himself a chance to calm down. Honestly, he wasn't as stressed as he'd expected to be around another elf. It did help however to just... Not be readily identified as one either though. And luckily perhaps the girl didn't seem to readily identify him as anything other than what he presented. It worked well enough.

Still, where did this exhaustion come from? Maybe he'd been walking too long.

"Probably, but that is *Not* The most popular way to be raised in nobility. You're always right, even if you're wrong. And if someone else happens to be right, then you need to prove them wrong. It's easy. Sometimes," He says before laughing at the script comment. "I thought sharp tongues were necessary for surviving in Nobility? It's a shame if I'm wrong, it's the only thing that's survived these days."
Brenda
She sat down next to the man and let a small sigh out of her mouth. It was a long journey and she was frankly exhausted, she still didn't know why she left salvainia, but she didn't want to think of that for now.

"Well, now I kow why they think they are the best. If you are always right, how can you know when you are wrong? I bet that stupid shit is the reason of various kingomds falling or going into wars."
She started to think some people are really stupid, why would think your opinion is over someone else's life?

"Well, one thing is having a sharp tongue, and the other is knowing how to use it subtly, and try to offend just one person at a time. And I guess that's the secret to a toxic noble life"
Caroline
He looked over, then at the buildings. He was starting to identify an incredibly *Stupid* Anxiety in his gut, but he had figured it would fade with time. Not continue to grow claws and needle his gut. Shame. 

"It's a shameful thing to teach your children, but I suppose they would see concessions and cooperation as some sort of weakness. In general however, yes, the idea that someone must be right and another must be right is the source of a lot of conflict. That and good old boredom, I suppose," Amos says, finally removing the old, leaky looking container to drain the almost mouthful of water left. It was half necessity, half distraction.

"Oh, is it supposed to be one person at a time?" He raised his brows. "I'm more of a people pleaser. If I can aptly insult an entire room of people, then that sounds like more efficiency than just one at a time."

He was aware of his focus on the thought of going indoors; Couldn't quite shake it really. His skin felt damp and his fingers tremored as he watched them, frowning. "Well this is gods damned ridiculous." More at himself than anything or anyone else. Exhaling he slowly pushes himself up, looking at her. "Well, it's about time to get you water I assume?" Ignoring his own plight.
Brenda
Renae did need to get water soon or she would probably faint in front of a stranger, and the last time that passed she didn't get out of that situation without missing some silver and all her food. It was strange, but she had been so interested in that conversation free of formalities and shit that she forgot her urgent and really obvious need for some water.

" I should really get some of that exclusive and hecking expensive drink you are talking about" She said jokingly 

She got up, already looking for the nearest source of water.
Caroline
He had already begun walking, noticing where it seemed people were going that looked equally bedraggled and tired. An Inn. Lovely. "Well, you can probably get some water here." He said, though he'd stopped short of even the awning. 

Was he tired? Of course. But there was a sense in his gut about being indoors now and he just didn't have the mental energy to go through the acrobatics to justify going inside.

Instead he smirked, "Best go haunt them for a drink."
Brenda
She noticed how many people there were, and immediately got nervous, a lot of people around meant there could be someone behind her, it was stupid but that tiny state of nervousness was the best case. 
Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of her companion, and she decided to concentrate in the conversation.

"Huh? Oh yeah, the best payment I have ever known its a good old haunting" 

She thought about how easy is to talk to someone who's name you don't even know
Caroline
In the end, he found more reasons not to go inside than he had to go in. Had to save coin. He could find another place to sleep. Another place for water. He also had to find his work contact. He had made an agreement in a less than ideal profession, but it would help him regain strength. All that mattered.

"Well, I think you ought to be fine now. Plenty of folks to haunt and a building to boot," As he wipes his sweaty palms off on his shirt. "I however need to find a place that will take me in *Without* Insisting I delouse myself or something similarly cruel to small parasites."