Ha Nuel was a foreigner herself in these parts, although simply calling herself a foreigner would be a great understatement. Multi-dimensional resident would be more fitting. She managed to accumulate silver here and there, working a few temporary and odd jobs, or directly from the pockets of the sleeping, drunken sailors commonly passed out the streets or even taverns. However, she rarely slept in an official room. Most of her sleeping took place practically anywhere she would not be disturbed for a few hours. Sometimes in the tops of a tree, a little ways outside the city, sometimes on the tables of taverns like this one, sometimes in the public chairs and benches of the city. Once getting used to such a lifestyle, she saw little to not reason to purchase official room to sleep.

She was in the midst of the making her decision to leave this place for today. In the middle of her contemplation, however, a unique accent caught her attention. Her eyes motioned to the sound of the voice at the bar. Now there was a scene one didn't commonly see everyday; A woman with one arm, drinking ale like one of the ragtag male sailors. It did not take much observation to eventually learn the purpose of this one armed resident, for she had spoken out information about herself like an open book, to a completely random stranger. That was something Ha Neul was well aware that one should not do in this area. Whether it was this woman's naivety of the land, or the drinks, Ha Neul could not be sure for certain. Her speech style seemed rather unrefined as well. Not like the noble's of these parts. Ha Nuel allowed her gaze to travel upwards for a moment in thought. She'd remembered her first encounters with this land. She was still rather new to this land herself, and there was much more to explore besides this tavern and the few other places she'd ventured to, obviously, yet she was getting an idea of how life generally worked in these parts, in this barbaric land. Her eyes motioned back the curious guest once more. "Elf woman…dragons.." What sort of traveler was this? Ha Nuel had heard various stories and legends of dragons during her time her, yet she had neither experienced, nor seen one in this land yet. Why would anyone be curious to encounter a dragon in the first place?

Ha Neul was still in the process of deep thought, as she usually was. She had still been contemplating on the subject of dragons, when suddenly, as if the gods themselves had ordained it, the figure that she had in her mind and  sight, had unexpectedly also caught notice of her. The fact that she had been caught notice of, was unexpected enough, yet nothing too surprising. What was more surprising for Ha Neul, was that this one armed woman had taken the initiative to actually get up, and head straight into her direction. As she watched the woman stand, Ha Neul took mental note of her height. This woman seemed to tower even over the other sailors in the tavern, although they themselves were males. Even if it were not for her missing arm, and foreign accent, this woman's mere height alone was enough to catch the attention of others. It seemed little to nothing about her was subtle.

“Now, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?” The words settled in Ha Neul's mind. "Pretty?" She repeated back in her mind, somewhat baffled in the beginning. Any response from her mouth was long delayed, as Ha Neul continued to sit there, in deep contemplation, carefully examining this new guest who'd casually intruded at her table, as if they'd been friends for years already. She reflected upon everything she'd observed from this woman beforehand. Unrefined speech, drinking like one of the sailors, tall height. "I see…" She finally concluded in her mind. Everything finally came together, in conjunction with a greeting of 'pretty', and alpha male like pick up line. This woman's orientation had now become blatantly obvious to Ha Neul, and this woman seemed to have no bashfulness regarding it.

Despite being female, Ha Neul rarely received flirts, even from the sailors around these parts. It hadn't much of anything to do with beauty, than it had to do with simply not attracting much attention; albeit, purposely the majority of the time. Most of her time was spent away from the main crowds. Larka had definitely picked a strange and usual figure to start a conversation with. 

" 'This' place," she finally answered, after a long silence of deep contemplation, which could have easily been interpreted as Ha Neul was either going to ignore this new guest, or was a completely mute woman, "Hasn't much to be shown; beyond what is already seen here." 

Letting the words settle and sink in, she withdraw her gaze upward to the wall, as if she had switched to a state of pondering. "Besides," She continued nonchalantly, "It seems to me that dragons are more your fetish." 

“Oh? What do you see?” Ha Neul blinked at the question, her nonchalant demeanor still retaining itself. Her eyes briefly, yet noticeably, then scanned the surroundings of the tavern, before focusing back on the rum drinking woman in front of her. A slight, witty smirk appeared on one end of her lips, one that could even have build greater anticipation for hearing the answer "Drunk rubble." She finally replied with a casual tone.  

The second set of comments caught Ha Neul mentally off guard, and she could've sworn she felt something cringe uncomfortably inside, while listening to the woman's response to Ha Neul's comment about having a dragon fetish. "besides yourself." The cringy feeling came again. The accompanying sentence behind that comment, might have even been somewhat acceptable for Ha Neul, if that last comment had not been added. She was growing a hostile feeling of bias towards her new guest, before again suddenly being caught off guard, by yet another unexpected behavior from this woman, featuring a sudden change of attitude and extension of hand.

An eyebrow raised curiously at the suddenly unexpected gesture, staring at the extended hand for quite some time, before eventually a slow and unenthusiastic hand managed to also extend itself out in return. The grip quite soft and barely committing, communicating an obvious sign of hostility, despite the return of gesture. She removed her foot from the bottom of the table, in order to re-position her chair in the correct position, now sitting more properly in front of her guest. She still had lingering curiosities to fill, concerning what she had overheard from the bar, despite what seemed like the woman's reluctance to continue further discussion regarding the topic. Therefore, since this woman was pushing her luck, Ha Neul decided she would also push hers. "If that isn't your interest with dragons…" She pressed on, her hands folding together underneath her chin. "Then what is?" She stared the women directly into her eyes during this question, a look similar to one of an interrogator, examining every facial movement "Perhaps, elf women?"

Ha Neul found herself somewhat surprised by the woman's willingness to go into deeper detail concerning her intentions in this land so openly. She also took mental note of the entertainment in this woman's stare during Ha Neul's minor interrogation, as well as the woman's relaxed demeanor. She did not seem bothered by much, and seemed to exude an aura of confidence. Either that, or Ha Neul hadn't found anything to bother her with yet.

She listened to this woman's story, Ha Neul's curiously being filled. "Wife?" She repeated back, communicating slight surprise. She took another moment to observe this woman's characteristics; alcohol abuse, an unrefined and rough speech style that would make the noble's of this city cringe, missing arm, a personality that seemed as masculine as one of the male sailors here. 'Who' would marry such a person? She didn't even seem like suitable marriage material for the male's of this land to Ha Neul. How much less a female, who were much more sensitive concerning such things than males? 'Good times' were one thing, but marriage was entirely another case. However, this woman 'was' from another land, therefore, perhaps the customs of her land were much more different. Ha Neul figured she might quite dread ever visiting such a place, should all the inhabitants of the land there share the same characteristics as her guest in front of her. Or perhaps, her guests was simply an exceptionally odd case, even within her own lands.

"Hmm, I 'wonder' why she would 'ever' do such a thing." Ha Neul remarked in response, her tone bleeding with obvious sarcasm. "For surely you have no characteristics in you, whatsoever, that would 'ever' incite even the slightest intention for a person to suddenly leave you without word or warning." It all sounded to Ha Neul like the poor girl might have simply just ran away. If that were true, who could blame her?

"Adeluna is a huge place." Ha Neul continued more seriously. "And you come here based on small leads." "You'd been wiser to stay in your homeland, for it sounds to me like you chase an unlikely dream." Ha Nuel's tone while speaking this was so nonchalant, that one could not tell whether Ha Neul had said such things to be rude, or if she was simply being sincere and stating her unrestrained opinion of the matter. "And you may call me Ha Neul, though names in this land seem to hardly mean much."

[[OOC: Oops, I jumped too far ahead in conclusions after reading your character profile about it :D Sorry!]]

In the midst of Larka's speech, Ha Neul's eyes widened somewhat; the result of concealed surprise, by what seemed to be a unexpected wisdom of experience that came with age, suddenly emitting itself from this woman.

There was a silent period, as Ha Neul sat in deep contemplation. She was still trying to settle in her head what had just quite happened, and what she had just heard. She suddenly bit her bottom lip, and turned her gaze to the side. She was hesitating; hesitating to say something, hesitating to admit something.

Her arms folded, as she continued to look to the side instead of Larka's eyes, with a look of someone straining to keep their dignity. "I…" She finally began,

"Am sorry.." She slightly blushed a bit, signaling her defeat.

After another few more moments of silence, as the words settled, her hand made it's way into her pocket. A brief jingling could be heard, before she released her hand from her pocket to the table, and set her item of intention in the middle of it; a few coins, enough to purchase about three more drinks. She turned her gaze back to the woman, "It's the last of it, isn't it?" She asked, pointing to Larka's empty glass. "In this land, this is what they do." Indeed that was what they did, however as to 'why' they did such things, Ha Neul did not go into detail concerning, on purpose. The majority of the time, it was a sign of good intent, however, other times, it was a symbol of apology; the latter being Ha Neul's case.

"Brash.." She suddenly spoke, leaning back in her chair, "Brash, unmannerly, unrefined. Those are your faults." Another pause presented itself, as if that were to be her final conclusion, before abruptly continuing on with the second part of her conclusion, "Yet..you are very loyal and brave." In the midst of the statement, her thoughts returned to her previous contemplation beforehand, concerning what reason a person would ever have to marry this women. With loyalty like that, perhaps her wife hadn't quite ran away to flee from the flaws of this woman, after all.

"Now allow me to give 'you' advice." She eventually continued. "I do not know the customs of your land, however this is a very different place. Advice number one; Do not openly reveal too much information to strangers. Ears are everywhere, even in places you don't expect." She paused again, "Ears like mine." She stated with a serious gaze, "Many of which more ill-intended than I."

She continued on, "Advice number two: In this land, true friends are rare to find, unless you've some benefit or coin to offer them. I do not know the friends of your land, however here is a place where your 'friends' will voluntarily be the first ones to stick a sword into your gut."

"Advice number three…" An eyebrow rose with obvious distaste as she eyed Larka's glass again, "If you desire to win the favor of women, i'd advise you to stop drinking that distasteful trash like one of the sailors…..and greet in a more 'refined' manner."

Concluding her advice, she moved on to her final remarks, "Like you, I do not originally hail from these lands. Indeed you are correct, a multitude of trustworthy friends is of great benefit. However.." She paused, "All 'my' friend are long dead."