Dean
**Bouncing Betty, a middle-class inn in the well to do district of the city. Late afternoon.**
*Nadris, a tall, muscular looking steppe elf, sat on a chair next to one of the table. Before him was a tankard of small wine, which he seems to be sipping from. The elf himself was dressed in a simple set of purple-accented thin linen shirt and pants. On the floor beneath him was a backpack, and a breastplate that rested below him.The tavern was full of well to do people, and seems to be quite busy.

The steppe elf picked up a menu and started reading, wondering what food to order for the day.*
Cora
*Curiosity emitted from Soraine as she peered carefully into the tavern. Clearly fit and nimble, the female elf slipped into the tavern at the blink of an eye at an unnaturally fast rate only then to slow down shortly after.The murmurs and buzz of the tavern enveloped Soraine as she continued walking across the room until the sight of another elf caught her eye.

Soraine gently sat on one of the chairs at the table that Nadris was at then picked up a menu. Her astral blue began scanning the text in front of her.*
Dean
*The steppe elf's eyes fixated on the menu item of,"Grilled steaks with potatoes and cameline sauce". He has been a carnivore ever since he was born, and the dish looked delicious. 

He set down the menu to place his order, but took a customary sip from his cold mug of small ale first. Then, the sight of the high elf caught his eyes. Elf wasn't very rare in New Salvainia, but this elf's blonde hair, striking visage, and blue tattoos were visually outstanding.

And then she sat in front of him.

How could he not start a conversation?*

"Hello! A fellow adventurer, are you?" *The steppe elf asked cheerfully.*
Cora
*Moments passed of Soraine looking at the menu yet she ultimately decided not to eat anythining. The concept of hunger had always been a peculiar one to Soraine as she never really felt the need to eat. A faint smile crossed her lips for a moment, recalling a time where one would continuously scold her to eat as it was one of the last things on her mind.

The smile soon disappeared as she picked up the mug of ale to take a sip. Once placed down, her astral orbs began to study the steppe elf in front of her. Nothing seemed to be too out of the ordinary about the male elf's appearance. Soraine then perked up once she heard the elf in front of her speak.

Soraine paused thoughtfully for a moment before replying carefully, "Greetings. I guess you could say I am an adventurer... What brings you here?" The female elf didn't quite know what title she should address herself as yet.*
Dean
*Sirdan blinked at the elf, wondering why she isn't ordering something. For him ordering food was quite an ordinary matter of course. He rose his hand and waved over a waitress, placing d own an order for the food while the other elf studied him.

"I'm also an adventurer - One from the Selnari Khanate, I came here for work - the city offers plenty." There was plenty of work to be found in New Salvainia, the capital of a massive, prosperous, yet decentralized Empire.

"And you? You have striking hair and tattoos, you're a foreigner like me too, right?"*
Cora
*Soraine's pointer finger began to trace along the carvings scattered across the table they sat at. The ornate table itself was made from some rare wood which piqued her interest. Her eyes glanced over the steaming food that the waitress brought over. Once again, her attention shifted to the male elf's words.

A small laugh escaped past her lips as Soraine glanced down at her appearance. She could understand the thought that the way she dressed and looked was somewhat strange, at least compared to the others in the tavern.

"You'd be right. I am also a foreigner here. Although I've noticed that must not be hard for others to figure out," Soraine spoke a bit quieter, motioning to her notable appearance.*
Dean
*In contrast, the steppe elf seems to be used to this tavern by now, so the furniture never surprised him. The waitress brought in the food after a few minutes of lull, along with a cold mug of iced ale - a rarity in summer, but not altogether unheard of, as many an ice mage seek alternative way to earn money.

"No doubts your look stand out." He looked over the elf's gears and weapons, if she was carrying any. If there was a cultural universal amongst the elves, it would be archery - long lived species are well suited to killing their enemies from afar.

"Have you found any work then? Salvainia always have use for a good archer."*