Shannon
"Thank you, Miss." He said with a swift nod as the young maid made her exit to accommodate the needs of the inn's rambunctious clientele. With that conversation concluded, he directed his attention toward this "Peculiar black fellow" She had mentioned, noticing that he had pulled a chair out and seemed to be staring straight through him. Was getting a meal genuinely worth taking a seat at the same table with this clearly shady figure? Subtly, he reached downwards and pressed the palm of his hand against the bag slung across his midsection to determine what rations he had left from his travels. That turned out to be very little, so he begrudgingly strode to the secluded corner where this seemingly lifeless being resided. 

Seeing that the seat was beside him, Arel, without greeting this foreigner, gently grasped the chair with a spindly hand and moved it across the table from him before sitting down. There was no chance of him willingly getting so close to this stranger. His posture typically was that of a hunchback, as he was typically bent over reading, but in the presence of Lawrence, he leaned backwards and slightly straightened his aching back to maintain his distance and a consistent line of sight with him.
Daniel
"**Hmph.**" The man would make a loud huff of breath, as if he was judging the man beside him. His voice came out a raspy, vile, and even more demonic than usual. Face forward while waiting patiently for his meal to come. It seems as though the hooded figure suddenly have a bad mood, or at least taking notice Arel's consistent line of sight. 

Although it is not easily seen, Lawrence was looking at him in the corner of his lens. Yet his eyes cannot easily be seen through his porcelain face. "**If you would judge me solely by appearance, then seat in the floor. I do not like eating my food with a constant pair of eyes watching me like those of a hawk's gaze.**" The man would tap a few times on the table, continuing to wait for his food. Yet, it seems as though it'll take a while for it to arrive.

"**... Stranger, why are you here in this kind of small town?**" His head would turn towards Arel with a hallowed gaze. Talking is the only thing that can pass the time, and such manner, Lawrence decides to sate his curiosity for a bit. "**I know almost everyone here in this town. Practically traveled here in between all my life. But, unlike the rest, you are different. Far different from the rest of these folks.**"

"**Any goals to be here? In a land of magic?**"
Shannon
Underneath his own hood, it appeared that Arel, despite Lawrence's vile, almost bestial tone of voice, remained unphased as eye contact was maintained. It was evident that he was in a similarly sour mood to himself, which brought into question why this one had urged him over in the first place. What did he have to gain from interacting with him beyond some temporary entertainment? This, he was not capable of piecing together, as he was never astute when it came to reading social cues or understanding the intent behind specific behaviours. 

**"I've no interest in getting comfortable with a stranger right now. Your appearance has no bearing on that."** His near-monotone made his intent with these words ambiguous whilst placing both of his delicate hands atop the table in front of him. His silvery gaze wavered for merely a moment as the fair maiden who had welcomed him in was seen approaching the pair, steaming food in hand. 

**"I'd rather keep that to myself."**