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[@PaulHaynek],[@Restalaan] (YNG),[@ShwiggityShwah],[@Lmpkio] (MOR)
FF5353
	Magnus did his best to paint a favorable picture of his rather grim sounding hometown. Located within a gargantuan labyrinth, his family on his mother's side have served as guardians to a large den of monsters, that since the ascension of the newest demon lord flourished, as monsters could drag their spouses there to exist in peace. The labyrinth was infamously unconquerable, to the extent that most skilled adventurers could maybe only make it halfway through before hitting a roadblock consisting of Golems, Gazers, Minotaurs, and even a few Cursed Armors. It was a bit odd to be describing his home in such a grim way, and as such he switched to talking about the delicious food grown from the underground farm areas.

That conversation dragged for a bit, and seemed to have gotten Magnus hungry judging from the rumbling erupting from his direction. What impressed him more was Yang's home, which seemed like a place he'd heard of before. He was certain that his father mentioned that he'd crossed fists with one of the monks from there and fought to a draw, a feat rarely possible from his monstrously strong father. Noticing that she got up and bowed, Magnus hastily rose up and gave a rather awkward bow, simply replying with a similarly stated greeting of: [color=FF5353][b]"Hello!"[/b][/color] Which...since he didn't say anything to follow up, made it a bit of an odd choice. He just didn't want to say the same thing.

When Yang asked about where he had learned to fight, Magnus' ears twitched a bit, before he frowned for a moment. [color=FF5353][b]"W-Well...it isn't really a school, per say...but, my father taught me the arts of the Berserker."[/b][/color] he said. Immediately, Yang would recognize the occupation; Warriors of the farthest reaches of the north who would send themselves into a blood soaked rampage, decimating anything and everything in their path, be it friend or foe. It was rather paradoxical to think that someone so shy and reserved could ever be a Berserker, but rumors said that each Berserker developed a certain method to induce the blood rage, and to keep it at bay; While it was impossible to fully control it, it could be regulated somewhat outside of intense circumstances. [color=FF5353][b]"My father taught me how to use an axe, too. Other than that I...really don't know any martial arts,"[/b][/color] Magnus added after a moment's pause, scratching the back of his head. It was a bit embarrassing to ask her out of the blue to teach him.

Realizing that Talia was back, Magnus' heart sunk as he clenched his fist, desperately wanting to not have to break her heart like this...but it was something he had to do. Getting up, he resolved himself to it and grit his teeth, striding over to her once she was inside and seated. 

[color=FF5353][b]"Talia I...I-I have something I need to tell you."[/b][/color]

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[@PaulHaynek],[@ZekariVoblis]
A9A9A9
	The cave dragoness stepped out from the wagon, relieved that their ordeal was through. It was a scary thought to think that someone had come close to death after a fight, and, looking at the faint mark of the wound upon here arm, Nephele thanked the gods that she hadn't been so grievously injured as to promote infection in the wound. If those assassins had been carrying poisoned knives, she felt that it may have been a larger problem...but even then, she is resistant to most forms of natural poison. Nephele turned her attention to Neil as he said that he needed some time alone, just after they had all gotten seated for dinner. 

Her curiosity piqued, and she wondered if this meant that he was going off on his own to engage in some otherworldly activity, since it was so...strange of an excuse when there was a hole in the building bringing fresh air in constantly. Once she was certain most people's attentions were placed elsewhere, the dragoness rose from her seat with her meal left mostly untouched to go spy at Neil from the edge of the hole, taking care not to show her whole body in case he turned around. It was then that she saw a woman approach, and, seeing that she was likely a prospect for the guild, she hurriedly ducked her head back behind the wall. It was unlikely, but she had the feeling the girl had seen her. Regardless, she would return to her dinner, satisfied in knowing that Neil wasn't doing cool other-world stuff without her. When she returned, she would see Magnus approaching Talia, with a rather grim look on his face...it was then that she felt today might have just gone from bad to worse for Talia.