<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Vasyli followed Kevice out, quiet as he walked behind the tents. It was apparent the other had done this regularly, but it hadn't occurred until they were outside of the perimeter how penned in a man like Kevice might feel. Vasyli saw it more as the walls of his kingdom, not one he ruled over, but one he'd carved out a comfortable enough place within.<br/>
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“Is it really so stifling?” Vasyli wondered. Perhaps though Mathis imposed different rules on Kevice. “I'm usually relatively well-behaved.” The relatively based on his occasional outbursts. “No reason he's really had to worry. I don't usually find trouble, don't ever bring it back with me.” He did leave on occasion when someone couldn't bring him home what he was looking for. It was never for the sort of thing he imagined Kevice was going in search of, though he couldn't really be sure what the strange fellow's goals were for the evening.<br/>
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“I like music, of just about all kinds,” the elf offered, not openly admitting his inclination towards alcoholism. Vasyli tried to limit himself to just his wine, but there were nights he opened his hidden liquor bottles. It was difficult to avoid humans altogether, and Vasyli had grown quite used to being around them even if he didn't particularly fancy their company. Kevice would know this to some degree already, especially with the rumors circulating that he didn't like to work with Osran because he didn't like a human having their hands all over him. It was much more than that, of course. Everything about Osran rubbed Vasyli the wrong way.<br/>
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“No, I'm not looking to make a lot of noise,” Vasyli admitted with a grin, but he didn't mind being around it so much. He was raised to a certain standard, but he'd grown used to things outside of that standard. Still, out and about, he wasn't one to draw all that much attention to himself. He didn't mind the right sort of attention, but he wasn't loud, and not nearly as showy as he was during his performances. Much of that was an act, and him playing all of it up.<br/>
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“Were these the sorts of towns you ran the streets of before joining up with our crew?” Vasyli wondered, finding that he seemed plenty at home where they were at, even if it was an unfamiliar town to the both of them. He'd always been curious about the circumstances in which Mathis had picked up Kevice and he decided that was perhaps a polite icebreaker into all of that. Of course, Vasyli knew whatever he asked he had better be willing to divulge himself. That was how proper socialization worked. Give and take.<br/>
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“Lead the way,” Vasyli decided, thinking the place Kevice spoke of sounded alright, and if it wasn't.. he could always leave and go back home. He'd admit that it felt good to stretch his legs and to just be out doing something different. Of course, for Vasyli, just going for a walk was likely stimulating enough. Probably not so much for Kevice, who was looking for something a bit more exciting.</span></span>