The door on the jail banged open and a blatantly fit, surprisingly clean man was tossed out into the street. Quick foot work and a bit of a scramble saw him keep his feet on the cobblestone before he danced a little to indicated his feet hadn't come out of the ordeal completely undamaged. "Whew, gonna walk ginger on these piggies for a couple of days! You don't have to be so aggressive, Sergeant. I'm not the one who ordered my relea..." The figure, topped with a mop of wavy blond hair and dressed in nothing but his braies suddenly ducked as a bag full of something heavy and metallic was thrown at his head, followed by a wad of clothing that caught him as he stood straight again. Boots clattered to the ground in front of him but then he leaped into action to catch a belt festooned with blades of three lengths.



Kerr Blackwood gave the people inside the building a dirty look just as the door slammed shut between himself and the interior. He sniffed indignantly and checked his blades, one at a time, starting with the dueling blade, then the short sword, and then finally the two daggers. Satisfied they were all in good condition he set them aside and began pulling his clothes together into a pile for transport. "First bench I find, that'll be the ticket. Not sitting on cobblestone to put on socks. Damned uncomfortable, how they ever thought cobblestone was good for anything but preventing travel is beyond me..." He paused and stood straight, looking at a nearby figure for a long moment before quirking a smile at them. "Well, fancy meeting you here. Got anything for bruised feet?" Kerr grandly gestured at his own feet with the question, a sweeping motion as if unveiling a very short golden statue.

He didn't at all appear to be concerned with the fact that he was garbed in naught but a pair of shorts that only covered him from hip to mid-thigh.  But when had he ever been concerned with such things?

It had been a while since Thalia had traveled away from her clan. The bustling cities filled with people tended to make her rather antsy. Especially when she was traveling alone. But Thalia figured it was about time she went out to sell some of her clothing else where. She'd made a bargain with a merchant some time ago about making a trade for some supplies and she figured it was about time she saw through to it. Plus, some of her friends seemed to think it was a good idea for her to get out more. See the sights. Take in some culture. Though Thalia was fully convinced she'd seen enough sights in her lifetime. After two hundred years there were few things she found truly amazing or surprising. Beautiful? Certainly. Breathtaking? Absolutely. But far too many things began to blend in together at some point.

People on the other hand were different. Certainly she could recognize patterns in how some people acted but it was so much harder to just have them all blend together. The train of thought seemed to summon one particularly interesting person in Thalia's life. She was moving down the cobblestone street. With its whether and worn stone with moss and some flowers growing stubbornly between the cracks no matter how much they were trampled on. The sound of a ruckus caught her attention. The elf looked up long enough to catch a flash of blonde hair and toned muscle. She stood for a moment watching Kerr be tossed out of a building in little more than his unmentionables. What had he done this time to set off someone's ire? Slept with a married woman? Maybe bedded some over protective fathers daughter? Mouthed off to the wrong crowd? Listening to him grumble to himself made her giggle softly. Which seemed to catch his attention.

"Hello to you as well, Kerr. Why I'm fine thank you for asking! I know it's been far too long since we last saw one another," her tone was light, teasing, and playful as Thalia moved closer to the man. "What exactly did you get yourself into this time?" She asked with one quirked brow. Her eyes trailed over him looking for any other injuries she'd need to care for. Seeing as he had always been far too happy to find himself in her home before while she healed him.

"... I'm fine..."
"Always have been."

"... thank you for asking!"
"You're welcome."

"... been far too long..."
"You missed me,"

His tone on that last rejoinder was all confidence and swagger as he grinned at her with his pile of clothes in hand in a stance that suggested he was adorned in the finest cloth and painstakingly polished armor. How easily he slipped back into the habits and demeanor of his youth, though honestly he'd never really dropped any of those habits. Not even when undergoing his training as a Judicar. It'd gotten him in plenty of trouble with the Orcs but it, along with his combat skill, had just as often gotten him back out of said trouble. Usually with a minimum of injuries to show for it. But sometimes even he'd needed a medicine woman. "Killed a guy who's mother has enough rank to get me arrested but not enough influence to see me all the way to the noose. In my defense, he earned it. A defense that, much to the annoyance of the jailers, sees me free once more."

He gave her a wink to say it no longer represented a problem to him. "So, what brings my favorite healer this far south? Finally decide to become an adult in the Clan?" He joked on her about the traditions of the Orc clans but he'd played those games as much as she had. While her eyes trailed over him he flexed his pecks in alternating pattern to silently flirt back. The constant travel and fighting, and his very secretive practices, had gifted him an enviable physique.