Eiyuu Kishi Den

It wasn't much to go on, but at least they had a direction. "Well, if we assume he went west, then perhaps we can get somewhere by asking people about his whereabouts. What is his name?"

Amara nod her head as she listen to the woman. She blush as she thought of his name. "His name is Nataniel, but most people call him Nat for short."

"Nataniel or Nat..." Thalia repeated, dedicating the name to memory. "Can you tell me what he does for a living? What he looks like?"

Amara closed her eyes. "He has brown hair and green eyes. He is about five inches taller than me and slim." She told as she tough her ears. "He is a half-elf and he is very handsome." She said to the priestess. "He's a bard."

"Hmm...being a half-elf bard will make him rather easy to find, I think," Thalia said. "Perhaps we might be able to track his journey by asking around at inns on the way to Moss to see if he's played there. Where are you from, exactly?"

"Yes, we can do that." Amara said. "I am from Valis, but for some years now, I have been living in Alan,Alania. How about you, Thalia?"

Thalia gave a little giggle. "Actually, I was trying to figure out which roads he may have taken," she replied. "But I'm originally from a village called Hishi. It's near Raiden. I've been living in Tarba since I was fifteen, while I trained to be a priestess."

"Ohh, that is pretty neat Thalia." Amara said to her. "I am so glad that I reach here when I did." She said as a warm smile came on her face.

"I am too," Thalia replied with a smile. Who knows what might have happened to this poor girl if she was left alone?

OOC: Leaving it open for Jeren?

The next man to enter the inn looked quite foreign. Covered in taut tan leathers from head to foot, he looked like a fool of insatiably odd fashion sense. To a man of Moss, he was quite respectable. But how many people were from Moss in Adan?

"Water, please," the man said as he pulled off his facemask to reveal a devastatingly handsome face, albeit a bit dusty. He tussled his hair and more dust came off of him. Yanking off his gloves and unbuttoning the thick leather skin across his chest, he slumped down on a stool at the bar.

"What kinda get-up is that?" asked the barkeep, looking him over.

"Flying leathers," he replied as he took up the mug.

"Come again?"

"It is to keep me from getting too cold when I fly. Its standard issue."

"Right..."

The flyer shook his head and drank the water as fast as he could. Thirst had taken over. His companion's endurance was much greater than his. "Another... I don't suppose you know where I could find some livestock?"

"Outside a town somewheres, I'm sure. So what're you supposed ta be anyway?"

"I'm a dragon kni-, well, I am a dragon rider. The name's Jeren."

"Like them Mossian Knights? You one of them? What are they doin out here?"

Jeren coughed on the water, drinking it too fast. He cleared his throat. "Sort of. I'm on my own though."

"Got business around here?"

"Only if I can find some. I guess you could call me a free knight," Jeren said, shrugging. He hadn't ever really thought about it, but he simply did what was needed because it was needed. The title fit.

"Fancy yourself a Parn or sumthin'?" the barkeep asked, chuckling.

"If the leather fits," Jeren chuckled back, scratching the back of his head.

Amara nod her head to Thalia and place her hand on her stomach. She watch it for a while and started to rub it slowly. A smile came on her face as she picture how her baby will look. She looked up at Thalia and continued to smile. She yawn and place her hand over her mouth. "Excuse me." She said removing her hand from her mouth and resting it on her lap. "So, what time shall we leave tomorrow." She asked her as she looked back and see a man enter into the inn. "Hmm..." She looked back at Thalia and smile.

Thalia overheard the conversation between the newcomer and innkeeper, finding it rather intriguing. The new fellow was handsome, but the priestess had long since forgone physical attraction. If she hadn't, her chastity would have been wasted on Azala. What brought her eyes to Jeren was purely curiosity since he had spoken of being a dragon rider.

The priestess turned back to Amara as she spoke. "That's up to you," Thalia said with a warm smile. "I'm only following you."

"So, you come here looking for work then?" the barkeep asked, handing a mug to another patron.

"Something like that. I'm not a mercenary," Jeren replied, taking a sip.

"What kinda work do you do?"

"Mostly finding people. I guess you could call me more of a noble bounty hunter. I've taken plenty of jobs from courts recently. The eye of a bird is a valuable skill towards finding someone, you know?"

Jeren put the mug back and brushed some of his hair away from his face. The barkeep began to refill his mug with ale, but Jeren put his hand over it. "I don't drink."

"Why? Cuz you're some noble knight or sumthin?"

"No. It is my memory. I've seen what happens when dragon riders get drunk. I promise you, sir; it is not a pleasant thing to see."

The youthful dragon rider reached into his pocket and produced a few coins and dropped them on the counter. "Any good tips on any escaping convicts or any damsels or such?"

Amara think. "I would love to give you a right time, but sometimes I over sleep." She said. She started to giggle softly as she rub her stomach. She continued to listen to the conversation that was going on at the counter. "Hmm.. I wonder if he can help us?" She asked to Thalia.

Thalia had the same idea Amara did as she heard the continued conversation between the dragon rider and innkeeper. He could be a great help. "Yes, I think so," Thalia said. "Do you want to ask him?"