The Journey Continues...[Kyle/PM for Entry]

[Evelyn Bradford]

Evelyn sighed and drummed her fingers on a table. Thankfully she had found herself in an inn as opposed to a tavern. As bad as Etrurian and Ilian taverns had been, Lycia had been far worse than either. The men slurred and cussed more than usual, and the women were just as bad! One man had even tried to grope her rump! That one got a firm slap across the face which, to Evelyn's surprise, knocked him straight into sleep.

After that incident she thought it best to avoid Lycian taverns, at least for a little while.

So instead she sipped on some tea in the inn, which had a much more quaint atmosphere. She hadn't planned on renting a room but it seemed she would have to stay in Kathelet after all. There was a fruit merchant who kept an array of old texts in his home. Evelyn had seen him carrying one from his home to his stand and asked him about it, and had been fascinated ever since. They were texts that detailed events about 100 years after the Scouring. They were centuries old and priceless...

But the blasted merchant refused to let Evelyn read them!

Er, however that was not the reason Evelyn needed to stay in the fiefdom. It was because she was not about to wander out of safety without a bodyguard. Her last bodyguard had taken a better paying job after they stopped at Kathelet, and as such Evelyn had found herself stuck in the area for the past few days. She had posted missives and job offers, but so far none had turned up.

So she sat in the inn, sipped her tea, and gazed idly out the window. She'd only wait another hour before giving up for the day and moving on to do something else.

[Kyle]

Kyle let out a sigh as he walked the forest path, his bow and a quiver full of arrows slung over his shoulder. Ever since he went back to the nomads of his birth, his family to say, he's been stuck with a beast by any other name. That beast carried the rest of his pack and other supplies but it was no good for riding. Most of the time it just kicked him off or wouldn't listen to him. And they think that such an animal is a horse. A bother is what it truly is.

After trekking down the road for a while, not seeing another soul, Kyle seems to spot a promising sign. A Sign. From what little bit of reading he learned he could tell that it was a town sign, Kathelet's town sign. He started making a mental note of where this city was in relation to others he'd been to or knew the location of. Just in case.

Once he reached the town he started looking around for key buildings. Specifically the inn or tavern. Or a stable or something for the damned horse. What was he supposed to do with it? Tie it to a tree? Let it wander? Well, the tree thing might work if he could get it to stand still. . .

Sure enough he found the inn quite quickly. That left the matter of the horse to deal with. He slowly walked past the inn, trying not to act too suspiciously for the horse, until he came upon a few trees in a rather open area. He reached into the pack on the horse and brought out a coil of rough hewn rope, wrapping a bit around the trunk of the tree before knotting it tightly. He took the other end of the rope and tied it into a lasso so he could ensnare the unnamed horse's head.

He took the lasso in one hand and threw it at the horse's head. And it moved.

The damned beast actually moved its head over so that the rope simply hit its neck and fell to the ground. Kyle let out a groan and went over to pick up the rope, forcing it onto the horse after a small struggle. With a shake of his head he finished it so that hopefully the horse wouldn't wander too far away.

After that little ordeal he made his way back into the inn, letting out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the building. Ge glanced around momentarily, taking note of a few prominent looking people before he walked over to what would most likely be the bartender and spoke up for the first time in a while. "Hello, I'm a mercenary and I'm looking for work. Do you have any leads?" He said plainly.

And the man just gave him a funny look.

[Evelyn Bradford]

Evelyn looked up from her tea and glanced over in a direction. She saw lighty tanned man with blonde hair speaking to with one of the inn's employees. The man had identified himself as a mercenary, and if Evelyn had heard him correctly, then he was looking for work. He did have the look of a fighter, with a bow and quiver on his back. An archer, then? Not often one saw an archer that worked as a lone mercenary.

The young lady Bradford smirked and stood up from her chair. She was so tired of waiting around for a mercenary to come with one of her posters or missives, so may as well approach them man herself and tell him up front about her task.

"Excuse me, sir," Evelyn called to the man as she approached him, "If you are truly a mercenary then I do have a job for you, if you are interested," Evelyn brushed a lock of her hair out of her face and stood with a hand on her hip. Maybe she could finally get out of this blasted province.

"I'm in dire need of a bodyguard to take me from Kathelet to..." Evelyn paused as she briefly thought on where she wanted to go. Another Lycian province? No, she's had quite enough of Lycia for at least a month or so. Or perhaps...well, it was the next country on her list, and she couldn't avoid it any longer, "Sorry, from Kathelet to the Bernese border. So, would you be interested in my job or not?"

[Kyle]

The man stared at Kyle for a few seconds before finally blinking away his surprise at the young man, "Well, aren't you a bit youn-" The man started before he was cut off by both a combination of Kyle narrowing his eyes at him scornfully, knowing what he was going to say, and a girl that seemed to be around Kyle's age joining in the conversation.

Kyle looked down at the woman, his blue eyes softening a bit, remaining silent as she spoke. The worker that he had been talking too took that opportunity to sneak away, wanting to avoid anymore scornful gazes.

He nodded a few times throughout as he pondered what she said. Since she said a bodyguard then that means that he is probably going to be the only one guarding her. He'd been used to larger, less organized groups so far so this would be a new experience, though not an unwelcome one. And he'd dealt with many different kinds of monsters in Lycia so those shouldn't be too much of a problem unless they suddenly got much smarter. It could hardly be worse that travelling with the likes of Near or Orcleous. Those damned people.

After she finished he finally spoke up. "Yes, I am a mercenary. And I would be interested as long as there is pay. " He said with a short nod. "And I must know, do you already have supplies or another mode of transportation available? Also what difficulties do you believe to be out there?" He lowered his voice so that only she could hear him as he continued, "Is there anyone after you? If there is I'd need to know what I am protecting you from armament wise. Mages, bandits. Or is it just perhaps fear of monsters?"

He let out a small sigh as he got out all of what he had been thinking to ask in case he had a job opportunity. It probably seemed quite informal but he hated speaking so much it just felt so awkward.

[Evelyn Bradford]

To Evelyn's delight the mercenary not only showed interest in her job offer, but got straight to business. This was good, the sooner they could come to an arrangement the sooner she could get out of this monster infested country. He asked her quite a few questions, such as her supply situation and if she had any mode of transport available to her. Er...right, transport.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit lacking in the transportation department," Evelyn admitted, brushing a few strands off to the side, "And I've yet to gather my supplies from my temporary residence, but there isn't too much to collect,"

"As for worries and enemies there's no need to fear. I'm not being pursued by anyone or anything, so you need only prepare for the typical scenarios. Occasional monster sighting, perhaps a brigand or two. I imagine it would be a dull trip, in the best way possible,"

Evelyn quirked a brow as the man heaved a sigh. That was...rather odd. Not quite rude, but strange all the same. Was the man tired? Depressed? He didn't seem like he was...so Evelyn continued, deciding it was her turn to ask the mercenary some questions of her own.

"What about you? Is there anything you need to do in advance before we start this job? Restock with the local merchants? I don't suppose you have any mode of transportation yourself, do you?"

It was becoming painfully clear that Evelyn needed to invest in a horse. If she planned on travelling all of Elibe and spending most of that time on foot than she was madder than the Prophet. Hm, that was a good one. The young lady couldn't help but smile a tad at her own mental quip.

[Kyle]

Kyle nodded as she explained that not only did she lack transportation like a horse or a wagon, but that she didn't yet have her supplies ready either. That would be a bit troublesome, thought it might allow him a few moments to rest. But it may only be a few moments since there apparently wasn't much to collect. Hmmm, hopefully her preparation time wouldn't be too long, he's heard a bit on how long woman can take.

He shrugged that thought off. Worrying about times wasn't quite part of his job, unless it affected the chance of running into more danger, which apparently was quite low since it seemed like it would be a basic mission. Perhaps everything would go completely as planned for once and there would be no fighting at all. If only his life was that easy. Knowing his streak they'd run into a dragon or something.

Kyle shook his head at the first of her questions. "Not particularly. I always keep enough stuff with me." He stated, although it may seem quite weird as he only had a bow and a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He didn't seem to have too much on his person at the moment.

A hand reached up to scratch the back of his head at her second question and he thought on how to answer it for a moment. Yes, he did indeed have something that could be ridden. But the thing is that most times he tried to ride it it just kicked him off like something was wrong with it, so it couldn't really be used for transformation. Though it made a good way to carry his stuff, and it was protected by some thick leather armor. So he may as well answer truthfully. "Not really. Where would you like to meet after you get your stuff?" He said, quick to get off the topic of the horse.