Lori
The man looked over towards the source of a voice nearby as the bartender placed his drink in front of him. It was a Silnari that'd spoken to him, that much was obvious from the pointed ears. Furthermore he could tell it was likely a Fricharii from the tone of voice and deepness. 
"***Smart man You brought something to do while the cold keeps us stuck in here. I wasn't so fortunate, so it seems I'm stuck pestering the barkeep for ale... Not that he can complain much he's making out like a bandit with the way I'm ordering!***" He laughed again and smiled at the bartender who grumbled but than apparently saw the wisdom in the mans words and finally let out a deep rumbling laugh himself. 
"*Suppose yer' right stranger. Can't rightly complain too much, yer' the most business we've had in a few weeks*" 
The bartender finally spoke up shaking his head and returning a smile. The Mentian took a drink from his ale and turned his focus to the Silnari. 

"***Good Read? You seem pretty engrossed***"
He spoke trying to strike up a conversation with the mysterious Fricharii, he'd after all be lying to himself if he didn't admit he was intrigued, if not genuinely by the contents of the book than the general appearance of the stranger. The pig mask was after all a rather interesting fashion statement.
Barbara
"Informative read anyways."*He said in response.*"Won't know if it's good or not until I've officially tested it out."*Seeing as the man was looking to engage in conversation, Terrel closed the book he was reading, its contents not being something he was looking to share with a random stranger. He took the glass he originally had, sliding it over to the man with an amused expression crossing what little could be seen of the bottom of his face.*"Though if you're looking to volunteer, I wouldn't be against it."*Perhaps it was a test of sorts, the Silnari seeming quite amused by the stranger and his oddly blissful nature despite their predicament. Terrel wasn't a naturally grumpy person, debatably anyhow, though he hardly considered himself as social.*
Lori
The Mentians face lit up like a christmas tree when the Silnari slid his drink over to him. "***Ha! Now here's someone who is clearly familiar with the fineries of Mentian culture. You have just gained yourself a very happy and very inebriated friend.***" He issued forth another bout of laughter as he unceremoniously downed the contents of the glass he was offered and then finished his own tankard the ale sliding easily down the seeming blackhole that had become his gullet. 
"***Sad to say, I'm not one for volunteer work friend, only time I'm working is when there's coin to be had from it***" There was a more serious tone to his voice when he spoke this line and an odd glimmer that shined in his eyes for the briefest of moments.

"***Leonhard Falkenrath, Leon to those that know me. You my swine faced companion are?***" Leon offered a friendly introduction as his focus had entirely switched over to the Silnari as he silently noted the vague response he'd gotten from him a few moments ago when he inquired on the contents of the book he'd been reading. It was an oddly defensive response, but it was none of his business so he didn't pry and instead moved the conversation elsewhere.
Barbara
*He gave a snort of suppressed laughter in response of the man saying he only works for coin.*"Coin is easy."*He said as if it were a challenge of sorts. In a swift sleight of hand moment, he opened one of his gloved palms to show a single gold coin, soon flipping it into the air before catching it once more and pocketing it.*"Funny thing how most people only work when money is involved isn't it?"*He said towards the obvious statement. With Leon introducing himself, Terrel decided to the same in turn.*"Name's Terrel."*The Silnari said, taking his drink back as he did in figuring it was as good as his anyways. Test well passed he supposed as he took a long sip of it. While Leon seemed to have a more excitable nature to him, Terrel remained more calm in taking the time to study the man. If he really was from mentian origin like his accent and words suggested, it made Terrel wonder if part of his reason for being here was because of the war. He seemed a bit to peppy to concern over something like that though to which lead Terrel to questioning further.*"Traveler, Mercenary, Entrepreneur of sorts?"*He asked him with little context as if this were where his conversations typically went.*
Lori
***"I'm tempted to tell you I'm actually all of those, but no sadly just another bog-standard blade for hire... I rent out my sword arm to the highest bidder. Although I'm told the women here in town have taken to calling me 'That handsome sellsword' and 'That heartless bastard' suppose I'm a bit of a heartbreaker in more ways than one.***" Leon laughed and rolled his shoulders relaxing and sinking more into the stool he was seated upon. "***Before you ask, I'm not here for the war. Left that piece of me a long time ago back home, hoping it will stay there... But who knows the demons of the past have a way of coming back to haunt you don't they?***" His tone was a fair bit more melancholic and embittered as he spoke briefly and preemptively to address a question he assumed the Silnari would have after he'd revealed his profession. 

"***What about you, Traveling minstrel perhaps? Come to regale the masses with grand tales of adventure and glory?***" He joked taking a complete shot in the dark at Terrels profession of choice knowing full well it was entirely wrong. He already recognized a kindred spirit, after all a dog can always recognize another dog. He was in the company of a Mercenary.
Barbara
*Terrel looked at him skeptically behind the cover of the mask, something about his boldness reminding him of a friend of his. At least he managed to answer Terrel's question, figuring he wanted to get away like anyone else from Mentia. It was quite strange, however. Plenty of mercenaries were taking in the extra work provided from the warfare, but perhaps Leon simply didn't want to get a scratch on the 'handsome face' of his. Terrel shifted away from his thoughts after finding the man similar to those he's met before. Just another sellsword working for coin, but what else did anyone really do around here anyhow? Being asked himself, Terrel simply replied with:*"A pig."*Perhaps it was his way of joking about it or simplifying his ways of work. Many seem to think that because of how much he traveled he would have any more stories to tell than the average person. And they would be right, but he wasn't going to tell him that. A mischievous grin crossed his face at that.*"Nothing much they do really though, hm?"
Lori
"***Pigs do plenty, pigs are loyal too. A good pig does what it's told and is content to work for its next meal unquestioningly.***" Leon matched the Silnari's grin with one of his own. It had a roguish charm to it, but it was clear what he was actually saying to his new friend. It went unspoken between the two, but he was sure he understood it none the less. *'I know what you are, you aren't bullshitting me.'* Was the real message that was conveyed between them. 
"***Find any tasty truffles lately?***" Leon prodded more at the Silnari about his travels, though he was now cleverly veiling his words and playing along with the Silnari's antics. To an outsider the conversation was starting to seem more than strange and they got a side-eye from the bartender. Leon didn't care though, not much at least.
Barbara
"Well I never said I was good at it."*He jested along to Leon's description. The Silnari relaxed back a bit more, drinking away what remained of his cup before sliding it over for the bartender to take. Terrel could tell that Leon was aware of him toying around. Silnaris always happened to have that uncanny ability to read into the facial cues of others.*"Can't say there are many about. Lands gotten pretty dry around here with the cold weather. Perhaps I'll be having to travel out further to find any."*He said, choosing his words carefully for what meaning he brought behind them. Perhaps there was a chance Leon was more perceptive than one would originally think of the average Macen. Despite Terrel continuing on with this ruse, he was telling Leon exactly what he wanted to know.*
Lori
Leon chuckled at the Silnari's self deprecation. He understood full well what the Silnari had told him, understood it deeply. He'd ran into the same issue lately and was quick to respond. "***I understand full well, hard for a pig to find truffles in this season. Damned cold has dried up all the stock, what truffles are available are rather paltry and lacking flavor.***" He continued to play along, veiling his words again as the true meaning of the strange conversation about truffles and pigs was construed and revealed only to the two of them. What he'd really just said to the Silnari was something along the lines of *'I understand, the contracts have dried up with the cold, only things being offered are Hard Labor and menial work for low pay.'* He crossed his arms and looked up at the arched wood of the ceiling and stared for a few moments lost in thought as he tried to decide where to steer the conversation next. Finally he looked back down and locked eyes with Terrel.

"***Where are you thinking of heading? I've heard the Truffle Market in Runra is always booming***" Not an odd statement, at least not the strangest in the context of an outsider, Runra was home to the Kepen phenomena which made plants and animals grow up to three times their normal size, that wasn't precisely what he meant by that though. He was actually referring to the affects it had on wildlife. Because of the Keppensenyo most of the wildlife in Runra was highly aggressive and dangerous. There were no shortages of merchants looking for escorts or farmers looking to hire people out to protect their crops. All in all it was a rather lucrative affair for mercenaries almost year round.