Brent
*Shaw made his way into the bedroom of the most recent tavern he and the rest of the Teichmueller four were staying at during their travels. He sighed and started to put his things down in the corner of the room, slowly removing his armour and the various hidden weapons he had on him until he was finally free of his equipment. Now in more casual wear, he yawned and grabbing his journal from his bag went to sit at a small desk that came with the larger than usual room. It was a fancy inn after all.*

*Once at the desk he placed down the leather bound book he'd bought not long into his career as a merc fighting for southern mentia. He opened it up, skimming past the first half, in it were notes and drawings. Seems he kept a log on his employer, party members, and anyone the merc band had really done business with. Today however the Silnari finds himself checking what he wrote the previous day about what beastkin tribes were about the area... No new information gained today sadly. That fact made him frown slightly. Damned uptight guards. Made him want to smack his head with the journal how fruitless the day had been. At least there was always tomorrow he thought.*
Jennifer
*Sivne would enter the room a few minutes later, having finished with her meal and drink. She haphazardly tossed her bag to the side- and then realised the book she wanted to read was in the bag. She trotted over and plucked it out before sitting down on the bed and slipping into something more comfy.* "Mm. You alright? You look stressed." *She said as she put her hooves up and laid on her back, opening the book to where she was last at.*
Brent
*He'd keep his eyes down on the journal as she entered. His ears raised he already recognised her by her stride before she opened the door. Once the question was posed he shrugged his shoulders* "Thinking how quickly I can learn Hasappian... The language barrier... Painful" *He eventually closed the book with a sigh and just rubbed his eyes before looking over towards the brayer, eyes then curiously gazing at the book she was reading.*
Jennifer
"I'll try and teach you some in a bit." *She took out an apple she'd bought in town, chomping on it as she read her book.* "Did you hear the town crier? Middle mentia and north mentia are fighting again."
Brent
*He smiled at the offer of being taught some more of the language. So many beastkin where they were and it was getting more and more tiring how he couldnt understand a word of it. The insult he half understood the other day certainly made him want to learn it faster.*

*However as he heard the new his ears drooped, his smile practically dropped right away.* "W-what?"
Jennifer
*Her eyes were looking at her book, so she didn't notice his shock.* "Mmh? It was going to happen sooner or later. They won't last long." *She shrugged a little and continued reading.*
Brent
*He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head.* "I pray it ends soon... Kind of my home M-middle Mentia" *He took a deep breath in and out, putting his journal down as now he definitely wasnt in the headspace to focus on words.* "...Hopefully quick... North wont l-last long"
Jennifer
"..Mmh? I thought you were south mentian." *She looked over, curious.* "North doesn't stand a chance, it's just a puppet of the marshal."
Brent
*He shook her head when she mentioned south mentia.* "M-middle... Born and raised." *The comment that the north didnt stand a chance seemed to reassure him at least. He got up from his chair, moving away from the desk and just sit at the edge of the bed for now* "...Pr-robably not a fight worth joining honestly" *He shrugged, trying to ignore the bad news for now.*
Jennifer
"Probably not, it was inevitable anyway." *She shrugged a little.* "Haven't decided how we'll handle this current situation yet anyway."
Brent
*The use of the word "We'll handle" Made him raise an eyebrow. He turned his head to face her. Turning about in the bed and crossing his legs, his attention now focused on her.* "Any clue so far boss?"
Jennifer
"You know, with upper mentia. I don't intend on letting them win." *She said, setting her book aside and sitting up more, chomping on her appple again.*
Brent
*Now that she was no longer reading and sat up she's more clearly see his expression. He was shocked and at a loss for words. He looked at her like she was mad.* "Excuse me? R-repeat?" *She didn't just say what he just heard surely.*
Jennifer
"Upper mentia? Mmh. Did Sonja never tell you? She hates them." *She took another big chomp out of her apple, her eyes looking over him, trying to figure out what was the cause of his reaction.*
Brent
*He gripped the bedsheets tightly as a way to keep himself calm. A lot of emotions running through his head. He gulped down the words that he was about to start spouting and tried to remain composed. He shook his head with a frown.* "W-what else dont I know?"
Jennifer
"Shaw, she used to be a slave. You know those farms we passed full of beastkin? That was her some years ago." *She said, unusually empathetic of her, given her past with slavery.*
Brent
*He pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Huffing before shaking his head* "A-and for m-months you've been lying to me!" *He crossed his arms. Eyes opening as he looks back to her* "Why lie?"
Jennifer
"Nobody's been lying to you. Just because they pay us to do work doesn't mean we owe them anything. Mmh. You're not even from there." *Another chomp out of her apple.* "The other mentians are fine, worked for them no problem."
Brent
"You t-thought I w... Was!" *He was getting a little mad it seems. His stammer seemingly getting worse as a result and it only frustrated him more. He took a deep breath in and out again.* "...I wasnt told... And... Why are we working for Upper M-mentia then?"
Jennifer
"We're taking their money and using it as a way to fuck them over." *Chomp, chomp.* "I don't want any of the mentian states to win, but certainly not upper mentia."
Brent
*His brow furrowed.* "What does that m-mean Sivne? Any?" *There was a level of fear in his voice at that comment.*
Jennifer
"They're all unworthy, for one reason or another. Intolerant, corrupt and weak. None of the false emperors are fit to lead a flock of sheep." *She got a little political, just a little.*
Brent
*His eyes conveyed a clear look of hurt. He seemed to almost flinch at the word weak. He thought she made her thoughts plenty clear... Part of him wanted to just pinch himself and believe this was a dream but he knew it not to be the case. He took a shaky breath, tears starting to form* "A-and do you see why I would have wanted this news when we m-met!...Not after all this..." *His voice trailed off at the end, finding it more and more difficult to even be in the room at this point.*
Jennifer
*She looked perplexed, she couldn't understand ehy he was feeling this way.* "Why are you so worked up over what I think about a few spineless feudal lords? Mmh." *She shuffled back in the bed and leaned against the headboard.*
Brent
*He now frowned, that anger returning as he wiped away the forming tears* "Im M-mentian!...Its a little hurtful to hear this... F-from you... If not for the Emperor then... M-middle Mentia would collapse into ruin"
Jennifer
"You put too much faith in one person. Do you think my people would collapse if all our leaders were killed? No, of course not. The strong rise to the top. The only reason we've stalled is weak canifors buying their way into relevance. Your people would survive without some monarch."
Brent
*He sighed and his hand went to rub the bridge of his nose... And then both hands went to his temples as if massaging away a headache.* "...Tell m-me next time okay?...Next time theres a plan like t-this one?"