"It sounds like fair bargain to me, now, enough business, lets drink." The large Nord chuckled to himself as he and the Argonian woman walked back to the inn, escaping the cold and relaxing as the fire and cooking pits radiated heat. Brannus took a seat in the corner of the tavern, he didn't mind whatever drink she might get, as long as it could warm the blood. 

He took a moment to survey the rest of the patrons, for such a ghost of a town, the inn was rather busy that evening, all sorts were there, Bretons, Orcs, fellow nords, there was a wood elf dressed in the robes of the college, a High elf seemed to make his residence within the right most room, and along with Walks-in-Light, it seemed all they were missing was a cat to create a microcosm of Tamriel.