Their conversation was brief, yet pleasant during their travels. "By the name of my father, I, Sebastian Vaudrey, swear not to let a traveller spend on good liquor. I must treat you to a drink, my lady. It would only be fair. You should spend your coin wisely, the roads can be rather harsh mistresses.", Sebastian carried on. “I am fairly good on harsh roads, sir, but we shall see then, when the time comes.”, Julia replied, her lips curling into a small grin. 

Her attentions swiftly turned to Corinne as she spoke, a careful and curious gaze upon the elf’s features. “Please, just call me Julia, or ‘Jules’. I am no lady, just a sell sword wandering the roads.”, she says quietly, her gaze darting towards the ground as she finished her sentence. “That being said, I believe you are right in this instance. Your kindness is more than enough payment.”. Julia seemed a bit more reserved as they continued on from this point, pulling her hood over her head, just enough to hide her magnificent blue eyes from Corinne, considering her view from atop the horse. As she dismounted though, they would’ve been easy enough to see. Julia nodded slowly as the girl gave her directions to The Den, her gaze drifting up to the sky a moment, curious about the flash of light. Upon inspection, Corinne would notice how the brightness of her hair and eyes seemed to contrast her pale skin, the circles under her eyes seeming to denote a lack of sleep - to match that with the dirt under her fingernails and the dirt that covered her boots, though her demeanor seemed to lighten a bit.

“I thank you again for your kindness, and will keep your advice in mind. And about your uncle, you can trust that I would do just that. After all, isn't that what drinking partners are for?" She grins mischievously, offering a wink before she turns on her heels. She starts for the forge, glancing around at the various tools.

Detaching her sword from its place on her back, she inspected it for a moment before presenting it to Rowan. The polished silver pommel was shaped into a dragon's head, the hilt was bound with a red cord. The sword was definitely in need of repairs, dull and scratched, even chipped in places, blood stained the etched markings within the blade, but it was certainly a masterful sword, forged from the finest steel. "My apologies, sir. I don't mean to interrupt. May I leave this for repairs, I'll come by and pick it up tomorrow." She hefts the sword up, carefully placing it on the table with a nod. "Thank you" she adds politely. All ready to leave, Julia tugs lightly on the tip of her hood as she dips her head towards Corinne and Sebastian "Thank you again, for the directions and the company".

And with that, she turned to head for The Hunters' Den, ready for whatever was next to come. She was after all, a hunter, in some sense of the word. Perhaps this would be a better fit for her. And with the hopes of finding some good whiskey and a comfortable rest, she marched on, seemingly with a bit more ease, lacking the burden of such a large sword. "I wonder what that flash of light was about", she said, glancing up at the sky every now and then.