Amber
*Sha'dar had continued to write on the paper in the meantime, occasionally looking up and glancing around the tavern, before returning intently to what he was doing. He also muttered what he was writing, except that he wasn't speaking in Aldmeris, rather a different language- anyone familiar with Khajiit would recognize it as Ta'agra. Perhaps he would have joined in the song and drinking, but here he just needed some supplies and a warm place to resume his work, which was in this case writing a series of notes on some of the old Nordic ruins surrounding Whiterun, and a bit of detail on the city itself when relevant. Maybe a boring pursuit to some- spending hours at a table writing on paper- but to Sha'dar it was ideal, being a scholar by trade.*
Edna
Clarisse appreciated that her skills were in need, but now didn't feel like the time. She was tired, and she wasn't on duty anymore. The Inn was supposed to be quiet around now, but apparently it was rush hour.

"Sorry, but I'm off duty now- Had you been here an hour earlier, I would've happily obliged."

She smiled at them, although she only made eye contact for a split second, once again starting to scan the area. As the Bosmer talked again, she turned her attention back to them.

"Well, I'm more than happy to discuss... Although, a nice looking orc did just catch my eye, so don't think I'm ignoring you if I'm looking in her direction."

The hard winked, her gaze going over to Morzza. She wasn't entirely interested in someone who looked like they could stare down death, but she was worried about the damage they may cause, especially if they were here for her. She'd need to get close soon, see what they were up to.
Ruth
Morzza's gaze casually returned to her work as she wrote down one final note with regards to a particular Nordic ruin that rested atop a mountain to the south of the city, formally known as Bleak Falls Bartow that she intended on visiting at one point in the near future. With that, she returned the journal to its proper place within her pack and returned to the front counter. She seemed to speak to the Bosmer owner, but it was so soft that none could hear her. She then placed a small amount of coins on the table and was given a jug in return. 

"Here you are, ma'am. My freshest milk." Elrindir said, returning to his previous task while the Orc returned once again to the same position in which she sat, gently sipping at the dairy and quenched the drought that was occuring inside of her mouth. She had become caught up in her studies throughout the day and completely neglected her thirst, but this was commonplace for her.
Debra
The Bosmer looked over at Orc and gave her check up, up and down; even tilting her head.

"Not bad. For an Orc." Isha gave a little thumbs up. Then Isha had a brilliant but... Well risky idea.

"I'll be right back." She gave a wink.

Isha would then walk over to the orc.

"Excuse me, but my friend over there thinks your cute. Why don't you two get to know each other, she rarely ever complements. So I say she's really into you." Isha told Morzza.