Jennifer
*Some time after Cyneburh was liberated, the north of Mentia was united and all eyes were looking towards the Siuians, soldiers and mercenaries would flood the south coming from the north. Among them was Sivne, the 7'8ft tall Brayer. After crossing the border she'd head to Cyneburh where Sol and the others likely still were. She'd head inside and sit herself down in a corner, ordering a beer.*
Inge
It was certainly a mystery as to whether the priestess had participated in the recent foray out of Cyneburh.

Well, aside from the fact that she'd overslept and missed the timing, but no one needed to know that.

She hadn't yet reunited with the rest of the party as of their return to the city (most definitely not an act of avoidance, surely) and instead, the priestess found herself exploring the city's taverns of late. Pushing through the doors in plain, unremarkable attire, keeping an eye out for 4 specific individuals.

Ah, but who was this, having a drink alone?

After some contemplation she waved at and started approaching the Brayer.
Jennifer
*Sivne noticed Sol immidiately as she entered the tavern, taking a sip of her beer. She set her drink down and leaned back in her chair as the lady approached.*

"Mmh.. I know you, don't I? Tavern in Salvania.."
Inge
"Indeed, it has been a while, Lady Sivne."

Sol comes to an unhurried stop by the nearest vacant chair, first procuring the attention of the bartender before settling down with a large grin, regarding the Brayer with much interest.

"I heard you made quite the killing in Upper Mentia."
Jennifer
*She raised a brow, seems like she had a fan. She picked up her mug of beer and took a long swig of it before setting it back down.*

"Mmh.. There was plenty of money to be made. I hear down south they pay well too." *She shrugged a little, unsure if she was making a joke about Galschen.*
Inge
"They do pay honest wages here, I suppose."

Accepting a mug from the bartender, Sol sipped from it briefly.

"Can't say it's been that exciting as of late though, with the frontlines being so close. The occasional high-priority target is nice and all, but... Ah, well. There's always next time."
Jennifer
"Mmmmhm. Wouldn't call it honest." *She let out a quiet grunt, sipping her beer more.*

"War seems to be coming to a climax soon, only one emperor left and he's about to come fight the Siuians. Mmh.. Should be a good fight either way. I'm just here for the pay."

*She drummed her fingertips on the table.* "I haven't been keeping up.. What's the word down here?"
Inge
Sol chuckled softly into her own drink, tasting both the tartness of the drink and her own words.

"Let's see." She pictured a map of the Mentian territories and tried to recall the meetings she'd spectated. "They've broken the siege here and driven one of the Siui armies off, while the Kadhoki have beaten another into retreat. I'm not sure about the last one, but I hear there's been a lot of action in Ombu of late."

*Depending on how things go, we could end up with no emperors left... Now that'd be a sight.*

The priestess shrugged, leaving her thoughts unsaid.

"So, was he strong?"
Jennifer
*She let out a grunt, taking a swig of her beer. Just how many people knew it was her, she wondered. She drummed her fingertips against the mug.*

"Mm, for an old man.. Almost killed two of my own, almost got me too before I ran a sword through his gullet. I did carve my way through eight of his guards on my own before I fought him.. Mmh. It was a good fight."
Inge
"Oh, my."

As a magic user she didn't quite get the whole thing about a fight being 'good' or not, but just the fact that there were no fatalities alone impressed her. She lifted the mug for another sip, then stopped.

"It'll be less interesting around here, I'd reckon." She tried for a joke. "The population of old men in Mentia is endangered enough as is. So - here's to peace."

She raised her mug out, offering a toast.
Jennifer
"Peace, pfht." *She still nevertheless tapped her mug against Sol's before taking a swig.* "Peace here maybe, finally.. Mmh, these people need it. They're too soft to continue, lost too much to keep it going. So now some old git who's done nothing to earn it gets to sit on a fancy throne and call himself the Emperor. Stupid.." *She shook her head, taking another sip of beer.*

"Mmh... So, you're a merc. Who're you running with?"
Inge
"Pffft. You're not wrong." She hid her grin behind the mug. "Those that come after will decide if the price of peace was acceptable."

With a deep breath, Sol downs the entire mug in one go, lightly slamming the empty vessel against the table.

"Let's see... A bunny, a troubled girl, and two Kadhoki barons. Quite odd, now that I think about it."