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[color=gold]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=gold]Location:[/color]Roshmi City
[color=gold]Interactions:[/color] Ayita [@13org], Sakura [@baraquiel], Ilan[@dreamingflowers]
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Cade shrugged off Sakura’s concerns of making friends with troublemakers; they certainly couldn’t face the lich king as just a simple trio, no matter how much faith Sakura put in her magic. Anyone willing to challenge the authority of elves seemed like the right sort of troublemakers to him. The two demihumans, an archer and traveling minstrel, made for an odd pair. While the centaur carried himself like a warrior, the faun gave off an air of innocence and he could hardly imagine this young and polite musician initiating conflict had he not seen it with his own eyes. He found them both immediately likable, and his instincts told him he could trust them. Cade trusted both his instincts and his belief that Avalia wished to guide them on this quest. As Regulus suggested continuing the discussion somewhere more discrete, Cade agreed, more than a bit intrigued to see exactly how much trouble these two were capable of getting into. 

[color=gold]“An excellent suggestion, the marketplace can get rather crowded this time of day, we had planned on getting lunch about now but I don’t mind waiting a bit longer.”[/color] Cade glanced at Sakura and Ayita to see if either had any objections to seeing exactly what Regulus and Ilan where all about. [color=gold]“Perhaps later we could hear you perform, Ilan. We’ve been travelling for bit and I haven’t heard a good tune in far too long.”[/color] He added, the last time Cade had the chance to enjoy music was before humans had been summoned to Avalia. Although it had only been a week it certainly felt like longer, so much of his thoughts had been of danger and survival that the chance to meet new people and enjoy simple pleasures was more than welcomed. 

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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Roshmi City
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Torvi [@Tae], Belle [@Potter]
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Bowyn listened as the others spoke, finishing what was left of his drink again, and sticking his tongue out at Torvi when she mentioned that it was his appearance that was childish. A voice of caution in the back of his mind warned against overindulgence as he looked at his empty glass, clouding his mind right now was unwise but he ignored it, not wishing to have to think with a clear head. A clear head would mean he’d focus on all the things he didn’t want to think about, and at the very least, a drunken Bowyn was more suited to tolerating making friends. These elves who were attempting to be friendly, were certainly more than a bit strange, but they did seem genuine in their sympathy for the humans. It was the offer of assistance though that struck him as odd, he wasn’t exactly sure what they meant by it. Torvi seemed equally interested in this.

[color=cyan]“Assist us in getting drunk enough to forget about the sorry state of the world?"[/color] Bowyn added in response. While Torvi sounded much more excited to take them up on their offer of buy food and drink, he didn’t trust it. People rarely gave anything away for free, and certainly not to strangers. He’d rather know what exactly it was they wanted before he consumed anything that likely had a string attached to it. Bowyn noticed another strange person in the bar sit himself near them, wearing a cloak that obscured his face. He found it strange that anyone would wear such a thing with as hot as it was in Roshmi.

[color=cyan]“I never trust the kindness of strangers, no one gives anything away for free.”[/color] Bowyn said although turning down a free drink bothered him slightly, he preferred not to take the chance that they’d slip a potion into it. He knew they wanted something from them, but Bowyn wasn’t sure exactly what it was they wanted. These elves were secretive, but he couldn’t decide if it was to hide some sort of devious intent or out of caution. The quieter elf had mentioned she liked winter fairies which had only added to his suspicion of them. In his village dark elves had stolen his people quite frequently, and he wouldn’t put it past light elves to be involved in such acts as well. Bowyn wondered what price a winter fae would fetch on the black market, easily more than getting a couple strangers drunk and feeding them. How ironic it would be if it was his race, rather than Torvi’s, that found them trouble. 

[color=cyan]“I mean you never know when a lonely elf will try and slip you a love potion.”[/color] He added with a forced grin, attempting to lighten his mood and seem more friendly than suspicious of them. [color=cyan]“I’d prefer to get my own drinks and I’m not hungry but thanks for the offer.”[/color] He added. Truthfully Bowyn was a little hungry but his desire to be dulled by alcohol outweighed any interest in food and even the suspicious he had about the Little Blue and the other elf.