Janice
"Fighter's Guild... But I'm am on my own contract. I don't supposed you've heard of the Bluetear Mountain Flower have you? I've been told it only grows in Skyrim for an odd reason. I'm on a personal quest for it." He asked and answered her question.

"What was his problem?" He asked.
Mary
"No... I'm no alchemist."

*She frowned. As much an an argonian could.*

"He... Well... I set up things... Tell people what to steal..."

*A guard was dragging out his unconscious body. Another was arguing with the one outside. They didn't care about what she was saying.*
Janice
"Info-broker? Hm." He nodded.

"Your lucky you're in Skyrim. If you were in Cyrodiil I would've dragged you by your tail and shoved you into a cell. Be good money, but alas. Fighter's Guild has no presence here... And I do not care for the laws of the Nords." He chuckled.
Mary
"I-I work a forge too... But the less legal... Its all i knew for a bit. My family were freed slaves... We moved to Black Marsh... They caught me stealing... Shipped me to Blacklight and never wanted to see me again..."

*It sounded like she was trying to garner sympathy but she wasn't. Just trying to justify herself.*
Janice
"My real parents were killed when I was just a hatchling, but I was taken in by humans. They treated me like thier very own. Despite me not even being a man."He told her, but gave very little of her sob story.