[color=ed145b]"How much longer 'till we get to the nearest city?"[/color] Mathias asked, his tone making clear the fact that he was exhausted and quite fed-up with walking as long as he had been. [color=ed145b]"I think my legs are gonna fall asleep if I walk even a foot more..."[/color]

[color=662d91]"Come, now, Mathias,"[/color] Vivian said from atop her horse. [color=662d91]"Leave your complaining for when your attempts at flirting inevitably fail once again. I've spent enough time with you to know that nothing breaks you easier than rejection."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"It's not my fault that most women I make advances on can't tell a player from a gambler..."[/color] the young mercenary mumbled under his breath. [color=ed145b]"And how come I can't ride on your horse with you?"[/color] he asked, raising his voice. [color=ed145b]"It'd save us both from a lot of headaches."[/color]

[color=662d91]"Because I know you can't commandeer a horse, and if you were to ride behind me, you would take advantage of your position to grope me."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"That's not true!"[/color]

[color=662d91]"It is. You've done it before."[/color]

[color=ed145b]"I-I meant the horse bit!"[/color] Mathias snapped back, flustered.

[color=662d91]"Both of the facts are true,"[/color] Vivian responded calmly. [color=662d91]"Regardless, it seems that we've arrived at a new town, and...hm?"[/color] Vivian stopped her horse at the gate, eyeing something above where they've just arrived.

[color=ed145b]"YES! FINALLY!"[/color] Despite the exhaustion that Mathias had been complaining about so much, the mercenary rushed into the village, eager to get some food, drinks, and (hopefully) women.

Meanwhile, as Vivian gingerly rode her horse into Ravenne, she caught eye of a house that was on fire. It was no doubt the work of brigands, which the cavalier began scouring the town for. Evildoers such as these must be brought to justice, and swiftly.