[Tirñea]

	The knight's smile eased what slight anxiety Tirñea felt asking this stranger for aid. The people here on Abbaden were all so tall, and pale compared to anyone she knew from her homeland. Her father had been one of the tallest people she knew until now, and he was only about the height of the nearby man who was talking to the woman in the flowing green dress. Though the two others weren't in uniform like the knight, Tirñea could assume the three of them had been discussing something given their vicinity to one another, and as the knight finished speaking Tirñea was already reaching for the bag she kept hidden beneath her cloak.

	"Um, y-yes, thank you," Tirñea smiled, realizing she was having trouble getting her pack off with just one arm. Briefly checking to be sure it wouldn't hit anyone, Tirñea let go of her staff and let it drop to the ground with a dull thud. With both arms now free the rope shoulder straps were easy to take off, and hastily she pulled open the drawstring so she could dig about her pack. "I am- uh, visiting Abbaden in search of beasts. Wildlife, not for hunting... maybe," Tirñea began to explain, briefly considering Sierpe's need to eat as she thought about her goal. A moment later Tirñea produced the map from her bag, folded into a neat little square of time worn, stained paper. 

	The square was soon unfolded to a rectangle, revealing a map of Abbaden and it's surrounding isles. The map however was clearly out of date to anyone that knew Abbaden, one of the most immediately noticeable differences was the lack of smaller towns and villages. The three capitols of Abbaden remained, but many things were unlabeled and the terrain drawn differently as if it hadn't been yet explored. The island of the Foji had no detail, as did Nethergate. Nethren Port and Cinder didn't seem to exist, and a few portions of the Hollow Forest were shaded in red for some reason. "I am correct to say that we are in... Tower dee Rouhge, yes?" Tirñea began, pointing to the city's place on the map as she showed it to the knight.

[Calieo]

	Calieo listened intently to what the merchant had to say, displeased as her description of the journey ahead was drawn out longer and longer. How far this bridge was Calieo had no idea, but it already sounded like a lot of work and the knight felt herself tire just thinking about what it could mean. Caught up in her thoughts, she almost didn't notice when the merchant began talking again, her voice nearly lost to the clamour of the market place. The fact that this merchant claimed to know anything about what Calieo sought after brought up many questions, the greatest of which being who had the death wish and why they would steal from the Pillars of Light.

	The merchant's smug grin was met with an irritable glare from Calieo, her hand twitching slightly closer to her weapon out of impulse. "Why I need that relic is none of your concern," she began, speaking sternly as if correcting a child, "all you need to know is that it belongs to me, and without it your world will be doomed to fester in it's building pile of failures. Your currency does not concern me, and if it's a problem for whomever has what I seek, I'd like to personally speak with them regarding the importance of my quest." Satisfied with her retort, Calieo returned the merchant's smirk from earlier, her hand now resting on the hilt of her weapon absentmindedly.