Beginnings - Outside of Dahngrest

[Garista]

*Garista is currently looking somewhat lost ouside of the large city. Seeing as the last thing he remembers is Shizontania, and then... Well, he's not quite sure. There really isn't anything past the battle at Shizontania.

But for now, Garista is making his way around, trying to find some way to figure out what city he's heading towards.*

((I'm sorry if I did this wrong))

[Yeager]

(GARISTA MY BRO. GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.)

[Yeager meanwhile is heading up the road towards Dahngrest in a carriage, sifting through paperwork to pass the time. As per usual, he has a guard sitting across from him--it's not really safe to travel alone, especially for someone as well-known as him--who has been staring out the window for pretty much the whole trip. At one point, the guard sits up a bit to get a better look, and noticing the movement, Yeager glances out as well.]

Hmm... [Intrigued, he raises a hand and raps on the ceiling, and the carriage pulls to a halt. He locks his paperwork back in his briefcase and motions to the guard, who steps out the door ahead of him. Yeager quickly makes his way towards the confused-looking, relatively well-dressed man some distance from the road.]

Excuse me! Do you need some help?

[Garista]

((YAAAAAAAAAAAY))

*A carriage? Well, that was odd. At least that meant a main road that he could access. He was heading over when a voice caught his ears. Trying to appear like he hadn't just been lost and somewhat unnerved, he turned sharply and held up his hand defensively. A small, purple ball of light appeared and glowed a moment as he studied his new "opponent" a moment.

And so Garista went through the mental decision as to whether or not to ask this stranger for help. After all, he did need help figuring out where the hell he was, but on the other hand, he didn't know the man well enough to fully trust him. So he went vague.*

Where does that road lead to? *He sounded somewhat less strong than he'd like, but he surely didn't appear weak. Or so he liked to think in his mind. Really, he's got one terrible fighting stance at the moment.*

[Yeager]

[As the man concentrated some aer, Yeager's hand flew to his suit jacket, reaching by reflex for a pistol underneath. He stopped himself, though, as he realized that Garista wasn't about to attack him--and that indeed, his stance wasn't honed enough to mark him as a mercenary, or anything else Yeager had to be really worried about. Interesting--wonder what he was up to, out here? Or, more business-relevant, what kind of profession he was in?]

Dahngrest. We're about ten, maybe fifteen miles outside of town. If you need a ride, perhaps I could offer you one?

[Garista]

*Garista, despite having a horrid fighting stance, had an observant, keen eye that continued to study the man carefully. He paused at the offer, seeming to be gathering what he'd viewed and heard. Well-dressed, sharp-speaking and he obviously had a weapon he'd been reaching for. Probably something of a wealthy man seeing as he had a carriage and someone to drive it. He was familiar with the area, seeing as he could guesstimate how far outside they were with a cursory glance and judging by the shadow in the carriage, there was someone else with him. He seemed... Like a business man. So obviously, the ride would cost him.*

I don't take rides from people I do not know, and I don't have much to pay you with. *In fact... Now that he thought about it, Garista didn't have anything to his name save for some money in the banks, if they were still around. He was reminded how little he knew of his current situation, thus making him tense up a bit and feel more... Guarded. He felt like an idiot for even talking to the man. He needed to assess his situation better before addressing random men on the pathways...*

[Yeager]

[Well, that told him two things--that this man was decently perceptive and that he was probably alone and lost, as suspected. Which meant he was probably an outcast or criminal of some kind. Definitely not a common criminal, Yeager thought--that was apparent from his clothes and the hints of formality in his speech. Ah, how he wanted to have a nice, long conversation with him...]

Oh, there's no need to pay me. I'm just offering a favor. This isn't really a good place to be walking around alone in, after all. There's lots of monsters and bands of mercenaries around.

[Garista]

*He rose a brow, still skeptical. It would be nice to get into the city. There he could see if he had any money, and if so, he could find an inn and get his bearings. So many things were different. He was tempted to ask about Shizontania, about what year it was.. But then... That would reveal too much. The man would know something was up. Garista stared at him a moment, unsure of how to respond. Accept the ride and risk exposing himself, or not take the ride and risk the forest.*

I hardly think a man of your caliber gives things out for free very often. *And Garista didn't think himself of someone who stood out. Why would the man take an interest in a random passerby on the side of the road? He kept his suspicious grey eyes on Yeager, watching him with detachment, but curiosity and intrigue running through his mind.*

[Yeager]

Mm, more often than you'd think. In my business, it's advantageous to be friendly. Besides--you look respectable enough.

['Rich' or 'intelligent' was the word, really. And curiosity the motive, though friendliness was indeed something he'd found to be a plus, especially considering the high class of some of his clientele.]

[Garista]

*It was at this point that Garista had begun to tire of arguing with himself. He sighed a bit, somewhat defeated. He was tired, and he wasn't sure he'd last a night out alone in the woods. He gave it one last thought before he straightened himself.*

I suppose I'll take you up on your offer, then. *He'd have to find some way to repay the man. If he had money, he supposed that'd work, but other than that, he had little to give.*

[Yeager]

Very well. [Now that that was settled, he supposes he ought to introduce himself. It'd be interesting to see if the man knew of him.] Sorry for not saying so earlier--I'm Yeager of Leviathan's Claw. My business is based in Dahngrest.

[He slips back into the carriage, sitting down and beckoning for Garista to seat himself beside him.]

[Garista]

*He listened, then nodded, watching him climb into the carriage. He paused, still cautious, before he stepped up into the carriage after the man, settling in somewhat awkwardly. After a moment of thought, he sighed.*

Garista. Luodur.

[Yeager]

[Hm, not a name he's heard before, and it seems Garista hasn't heard of Yeager, either. Interesting. Yeager knocks on the ceiling, communicating to the driver to get the carriage moving again.]

Nice to meet you, Mr. Luodur. Might I ask how you ended up in this wilderness? Just out of curiosity.

[Garista]

*Garista tiredly looked out the window as the forest began to move past at the carriage headed onwards for the city. As Yeager spoke, he looked back to the accented man and frowned. He thought, but all he got was blank space.*

I... Don't know, honestly. I... *No, telling this man he had died before was probably a bad idea. He didn't know how to explain that so it'd just be a hassle.*

I was knocked unconscious and woke up here. *Best explanation he could give while being as vague as he could think to be. He sighed tiredly and nodded, as if to reaffirm his story.*

[Yeager]

[Yeager doubts that explanation but doesn't show it, retaining the same look of friendly interest]

Oh? An enemy of yours?

[Garista]

*He looked to Yeager and nodded again.*

Yes. *He thought of telling him their names, but then again... What if he was a friendly. Of course... They were knights and this man a Guild leader of all things. He didn't think they could be friends. Maybe something had changed? No, he left it at that.*