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[@Rune_Alchemist](ARL)

The glum Minotaur sighed, knowing that Arletta was right; It was his own fault for not just taking it off before charging in, or storing it at the guild for wearing around there. Dwelling on it wouldn't do much good, but the thought of how badly he just ruined a gift still hung in his mind as he looked at the man who had previously been fending for his life. Taking a deep breath, he at least felt good about saving the man's life...even if he had put a very axe-shaped hole in the side of his vehicle. Well, hopefully that could be fixed. Seemed like a waste to just abandon the thing to the wilderness.

[color=FF5353][b]"I'm glad you're alright, Mr. Emilio. I-I'm Magnus, and this is Arletta...a-and um...not a couple."[/b][/color] Magnus said, tapping his index fingers at the last bit. His cheeks seemed a bit red too, clearly a bit flustered at the idea. While Arletta was certainly pretty, he'd be wrong to assume that her kindness was meant in any romantic sense...at least, that's what he thought. Female monsters tended to be more well received than he was. Female monsters were beautiful, but male ones...well, that was give or take to the eye of the Gazer, he supposed. He'd read enough of the old tales of monsters being slain for kidnapping women and the like, so he just...kind of assumed that nobody COULD want him in a romantic fashion. [color=FF5353][b]"We're on a job request for someone in Mahigan...b-but um, if you don't mind me asking, how did you wind up in such a tight spot? Was there anyone else with you that got hurt?"[/b][/color] The Minotaur asked, before crouching down by the stagecoach to examine a bit of the damage. Maybe it was still usable, even without horses. Magnus could push it...he supposed. Not very fast, but it wouldn't be too big of an issue, so long as it wasn't a push needed all the way back to Sonorra. While he was down there, he pried his axe out, examining the edge and running a calloused finger along it, making sure that it wasn't blunted from the throw.
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[@Eviledd1984], [@Rune_Alchemist]

Nephele felt the slightest chill run up her spine as the birds cawed from overhead, her ears standing a bit on end as she walked through the graveyard. Honestly, she was prepared to unleash some fog if need be, but it seemed that Gerald's daughter was relatively alive and not some form of being bent on destruction. Well, that pretty much meant that her paranoia was unfounded, the act of the girl freaking out so much eliciting a small giggle from the dragoness. Addressing the noble daughter, she said: [color=A9A9A9][b]"A pleasure to make your acquaintance. While it would be profitable, I'm not the type of dragon that kidnaps, so rest assured that you won't be waiting on a knight."[/b][/color] as a small attempt at lightening the mood. People liked jokes...if that could even be called a joke. Her delivery was far from comedic. 

Regardless, Nephele offered the woman a slight bow, before continuing. [color=A9A9A9][b]"I am Nephele Megalos the Third, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Your father has contracted me and my friend to assist in preparing for your harvest festival. He asked me to bring you, so if you are ready, we can go meet with him."[/b][/color] Nephele said, smiling slightly the whole time. This girl had a wonderful smile...assuming that by "spooking" people she meant pranks, then perhaps she was the humorous sort. She certainly seemed to succeed in making the stony faced dragon woman's expression crack a smidge.