[h3][center][color=DarkOrchid][U]Jin "Sin" Baal[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

Jin chuckled from Jinx's remark and statements on food. "[color=DarkOrchid]After helping him out, during a tough time, A merchant i met about three months ago told me this recipe. Actually, i'm kinda glad someone other than me is here. My ingredients needed to be used up or risk becoming spoiled.[/color]" 

Then Jin thought of the words Jinx spoke about life, the locket in his hands, and etcetera. Putting the locket around his own neck, it's concealed by being placed under his shirt. "[color=DarkOrchid]Quiet a while after this necklace was given to me, I did love her, though failed her. It seems the organization we once affiliated with is far from kind to deserters. Guess I was the lucky one who survived the fleeting of the group. She and a few other very trusted comrades were killed that day upon our attempt to leave and start our own lifes, pursue our own desires.[/color]"

Standing up Jin moves the pot of stew to the other side, cooler side, of the woodstove. Along with proceeded to get three bowls and eating utensils. Two he filled with food, giving one to Jinx, the third bowl was placed upon the dining table not far from the stove. If not obvious, the third bowl was for Draco, for when he ended up entering the home. These actions were performed rather somberly, Jin rather deep in thought. Yet this silence was broken, when he spoke again to Jinx. 

"[color=DarkOrchid]I find it sorta interesting... The one who gave me this pendant, we often spoke of a tranquil place like this to spend the rest of our days or operate out of. Sometimes I wonder, why I choose to stick around a place which very conception was done with someone who I failed.[/color]" 

Jin then slowly began to eat, not due to being sad, because the food was still rather hot in temperature. Sitting back in the same spot as before, attention occasionally bouncing from three places. His meal, Jinx, and the front door. Attention to the front door, was in case Draco entered the home.

[h3][center][color=00FFFF][U]Lance Eisert[/U][/color][/center][/h3]

Lance smiled, not offended or irritated by Isla's choice. Lance responded to her desire of no fire being made. The massive bag which once hung on his back, was now deflated on the ground nearby. It's contents were the bedroll and blankets which now were setup. "Absolutely."

The man then thought about his family, man, had it been a while since that subject was covered. Part of Lance debated on how much information should be given to Isla. Greatly due to Lance's perception of, the more information Isla knew the more danger she could be in. "[color=00FFFF]Anyone who asks you, how much you know about me. I don't care if I'm in danger, or not, don't let them know what I've told you.[/color]" A brief pause happened, while a bit of breath was taken in. "[color=00FFFF]I barely remember my parents, mostly my elder brother took care of me and my younger sister. A bit after my parents disappearance, or our abandonment. My brother, and subsequently my little sister and I, joined a group or organization of individuals. Until we were old enough, my sister and I were taken care of by my brother on his free-time, or our caretaker. I say caretaker, but it was more like a trainer. Since we didn't get much time to be kids, instead trained for combat. Once old enough, we were sent on missions with our brother or other members. Though I don't find their ideals similar to mine. So, despite the dangers, i left. Now I look for another man, who I knew when in this group. To see if he'll help me, or at least warn him that the organization is desperately pursuing us in hopes of eliminating 'loose ends'. We didn't depart the organization at the same time, but did a few missions and gained a friendship during our time within the organization. As for life as a magi who doesn't hate humans. Everyone deserves a chance. Though once that chance is ruined, one may not be able to get another. Of course, things are a bit hard and a lot of misfortune has come from my chances given to humans, and magi. But i'm willing to live with that.[/color]"

Lance held no knowledge of how Isla would react to all this information. Honestly the feeling was pretty good to finally tell someone his worries or story. Yet as prior stated, Lance only hoped this information wouldn't get Isla into trouble in the future, or place her in harms path.