[quote=@Xiro Zean]
[hr][hr][center][b]Maxwell // Ochre[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // The City of Thorinn, Outskirts
[b]TIME[/b] // Afternoon[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
In his introspective mood, it took Ochre a good few seconds to realize that he was being addressed, his topaz gaze opening to the blue sky above as he discerned the voice that had called upon him. [color=orange]"Altissima. Yo,"[/color] the armormsmith replied back with a dull tone, merely tilting his head back from its place on the cart's armrest to view the enchanter upsidedown. [color=orange]"Here for the dungeon? Good seeing you."[/color]

At the sound of his master's voice, the stallion finally began to rise to its hooves, shaking under its own weight as the large, stocky horse rose to all fours. With a regretful sigh, knowing that his reply to the enchanter had broken the peace that had fallen over steed and master, Ochre pulled himself upright with a pained groan, sitting up in his cart seat with a lethargic glance towards the metal harness for his horse. [color=orange]"Don't matter. Gonna lend a hand with this? Heading to town for raiding party."[/color][/quote]

[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][b]Eileen // Ailanthus Altissima[/b][/color]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // Outskirts of the City of Thorinn
[b]TIME[/b] // Afternoon[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Tessa's brow furrowed for no particular reason, it was merely a natural response of hers, indicating the tiny bit of stress she always felt when having a normal human interaction. She did appreciate that he always took the effort to say 'Altissima' in full, even though he left out 'Ailanthus'. Not that it mattered; she felt very little attachment to the name as it was merely something she chose that had a minimal likelihood of being taken.

[color=a187be]"I was just selling enchantments at the Lawn. Almost out of Crystal Powder though,"[/color] Tessa said monotonously, mostly to herself, [color=a187be]"I suppose if you're heading down into the dungeon, I might join you."[/color] Tessa assumed Ochre already had a group ready to be joined, a poorly-thought out assumption considering that it went against everything she knew about him and his tendency to let things fall into place rather than plan ahead. Letting out a sigh, Tessa decides to help him with his horse's harness. She told herself that she wasn't a helpful person, but she knew that with Ochre, one of the few ways to make him move just a bit faster was to pull some of his weight, and she didn't want to crawl the last few yards into town at a snail's pace only get to the lawn at sundown and find that Ochre's party had left, too impatient to wait for him.