[color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] [color=#00fa9a]"Agreed,"[/color] Isla said with finality. She stuck close enough to Lance, heading East out of the village, and kept silent thoughts to herself. She wondered in her head why this magic user had no curiosity about her. He'd not questioned her age, her family, her past. She could only assume either he didn't care to know or was too focused on his mission to think to ask. After all, all they had right now was time to get to know one another and there was silence. Isla let out a soft sigh, fingers playing with the strap of her satchel. [color=#00fa9a]"If you're hungry I have a little food to share,"[/color] she said matter of factly. [h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3] Lance hadn't realized how hungry he actually was. Situations like this, Lance would hunt, or would of actually bought something from the village which he had originally been so quick to leave. Though as steps continued forward desire to not go back, or leave, became greater. "[color=00FFFF]If required we can do a bit of hunting today or tomorrow. But I would love some food, if you have enough to spare.[/color]" Eyes would always scan the area, only once in a while stopping and focusing upon Isla. Alike always, the man never knew how to drop his guard. Lance would have asked about Isla's past. Though considered waiting. Lance wanted themselves to be a bit more comfortable with each others presence, before he asked more about her. Not to mention, Lance was a bit more consumed with the mission at hand than he'd like to admit. Finally, the figure cloaked in Moonbright Tavern, gave Lance an unsettling sensation. Partly the reason to why he refused to let his guard down, even more so now, than usual. [color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] Isla opened her bag while she walked, fingers brushing past some of her belongings before feeling the jerky strips she had taken from earlier in the day. She took two and held them in Lance's direction so he could grab them before closing the pouch that rested on her hip. [color=#00fa9a]"I enjoy hunting, so I wouldn't mind doing so if the opportunity arises tomorrow,"[/color] Isla said with a shrug. She was quiet for a moment before she added[color=#00fa9a] "My brother and I used to hunt all the time. Some things I wouldn't let blindness take from me,"[/color] she smirked, thinking about how it made most people nervous when she picked up her bow to shoot. No subtle snap of a tiny twig escaped her notice any time they passed a tiny creature along the road. [h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3] Lance accepted the offering of jerky, slowly partaking after doing so. The man was a patient one, that trait was even noticeable during eating. Though, in a polite manner between eating, he spoke. "[color=00FFFF]I would be rather grateful if you hunted us food during this venture.[/color]" Lance couldn't help from a faint chuckle in between words. "[color=00FFFF]I can hunt, but i'm no expert to say the least.[/color]" Honesty would tell that Lance was a horrible hunter. Walk not ceasing, conversations continuing. "[color=00FFFF]I do have two questions for you. How old are you? Also, how long have you been hunting?[/color]" Lance debated on asking more, yet something steadied his words. Lance figured without any rush to leave Isla's presence, they'd have plenty of time to talk. [color=#00fa9a][center][h3]Isla[/h3][/center][/color] Isla gave a smirk and soft chuckle when Lance mentioned his lack of hunting abilities. She didn't mind at all, but most people were much quicker to announce how positively fantastic they were at such things even if it was a lie. [color=#00fa9a]"I'm 24,"[/color] Isla replied, a little surprise coming through in her tone. [color=#00fa9a]"And... I suppose I've been hunting about 10 years now,"[/color] she paused, thinking back to try and remember the first time her father took her to the woods with a bow. He had been a sturdy man, over six feet tall and dirt permanently ground into his knuckle creases. His grizzly brown beard came down to the dirty beige collar of his shirt, over that was thick dark brown overalls. His heavy boots felt like they shook the ground a little every time he stepped, but that could have been Islas imagination. After all, in their home, their father was God. Isla held onto her dad's handmade bow in her much smoother, whiter fingers. He had gotten her her own hip quiver though, filled with straight, tipped arrows. They had found a spot by a tree, bushes everywhere to easily conceal them. They sat in silence, and yet the daughter cherished every second. From that moment on, hunting was Isla's special thing. [color=#00fa9a]"Can I ask, why exactly you're looking for this person we're headed towards? Or if there is anything else I should know about you, magic user?"[/color] Isla said before her memories brought on too many emotions.