Angelo
Candlehearth Hall was packed, to put it mildly. The snow outside combined with the recent string of murders had made the locals appreciative of warmth and company. One man in particular, chestnut hair and blue eyes with a stocky build, was barely staying atop his stool at the bar. He was mumbling to himself, the other patrons practically forming a half-circle around him. 

Another person entered—a smaller, freckled woman with shoulder-length auburn hair. She walked up to the counter and took her own stool, and started placing an order before...

"Name's Bjorn," The man cut in, clumsily leaning into her and placing an arm around her shoulders. She tightened up, giving him a strange look. 

"Two ales!" He shouted out, slamming a few Septims onto the counter. He leaned further into the woman's space, keeping her from recoiling with the arm he had around her shoulders. "Name's Bjo-"

He couldn't finish his rancid introduction before a tankard came careening into the back of his head. He jumped from the shock as he turned to face the direction it'd came from, only finding a tall Altmer sat in a stool facing him. 

"She's uncomfortable, mate," She sneered, reaching out towards the tankard and willing it to fly back into her right hand. 

"You bitch! You think you can talk to me like that?!" He growled, grabbing for the axe at his belt and taking three tries to unsheathe it. She calmly stood as he charged forward, swapping the mug to her left hand.

He went for a wide sweep with the axe. Thanks to their similar height, she was easily able to duck, slam him once in the nuts with a punch, then hit him with the mug on her way back up, and finally hit him with a kick that sent his back to the door. 

She dropped the mug, moving towards him fast as a blur and grabbing him by the shirt. She pulled him back, opened the door, and shoved him out into the snow.

"Filth," She muttered, going and picking up her tankard before ordering a refill, then starting to make her way upstairs.
Josephine
*Katrellis just walked into the lower end of Candlehearth Hall. Elda Early-Dawn stood at her post behind the counter. Her demeanor almost as cold as the weather outside.* "Welcome to Candlehearth Hall. Enjoy your stay, and don't break nothin'!"

*Katrellis ascends the stairs to the crowded 2nd floor. Just as she reaches the top, she get pushed by a drunk coming down. The force was hard enough she was sent into a fellow patron, causing her to spill her tankard! They turn to face Katrellis, instantly she recognizes the features of an Altmer! Thank the Nine that Katrellis keeps her amulet of Talos hidden. You never know who works for the Thalmor these days.*

"By the Nine! I am so sorry! Here, let me buy you another drink!" *Katrellis kindly offers the stranger.*
Angelo
The Altmer recoiled, glancing down at the stain before looking back up to Katrellis. "Ah, it's nothing," She said with a small smile, giving a dismissive wave with her free hand. "I've dealt with worse—had to throw an asshole out of here not that long ago for bothering a girl. I will certainly take you up on that drink though, if you're still offering," She said with a small chuckle. 

On a closer look, Katriss might recognize this as the Altmer who had thrown out that drunk. She had almost white hair that was short and shaggy, reaching down to her neck at most. Her eyes were a similar platinum hue, and around her neck was a necklace with a spherical milk-white stone in the center. The tunic that Katrellis had stained was pretty obviously cheap: a sleeveless tunic, functional but not definitely not the best quality.
Josephine
*Katrellis' eyes became wide with shock!* "You were the one who threw the drunk! You must have super strength!"

*She hollers down the stairs to Elda, asking if she could have Nils bring up two tankards of ale. Getting a confirmation yell back, she turns towards the Altmer woman.* "Shall we try and find a seat in this packed inn?"
Angelo
"Certainly! Follow me, think I see some no one's gotten to yet," She said, gesturing for Katrellis to follow her before making her way through. Before long, they came to a round table with two chairs.

Mirihil sat down with a huff, chugging the rest of her current tankard in anticipation of the next. Then she leaned forward, crossed arms resting on the table as she said, "I'm Mirihil by the way. Don't think I've caught your name?"
Josephine
*Katrellis extends her hand, gesturing to shake hers.* "Name's Katrellis Avaron. Nord maiden of Riften."

*She smiles brightly at her new friend. One of her favorite things to do, other than going on an adventure, was making new companions! More friends, more to join her ventures, and many more stories to share!

As they introduce themselves, Nils places down their drinks. Katrellis pays him and the two converse once more.
Angelo
"Good to meet you," Mirihil answered before thanking Nils for delivering their drinks. She took her tankard and offered Katrellis a cheers before swigging from it generously.

"So, you're from Riften?" She said as she put her tankard down. "Nice place. I was actually planning on heading down south to avoid the cold for a while. Ended up getting sidetracked, as you can see. But what's got you in Windhelm? Just passing through, looking for work? Or did you move here?"