Anya
An old orc enters the inn, still in his road leathers, face covered in dirt and blood. The innkeeper seems to know him, giving him a nod, "Gimme your strongest stuff." He says, pulling a rag out of a pouch and wiping his face, "No matter how hard I try to avoid this place it seems to bring be back *Crawling.*" He says with a light chuckle
Craig
The reachman was sitting at a table his face was slightly flushed as he was drinking some sweet ol mead.. He watched the orc come in and waved "H... Hello!" He said with a friendly smile. He had a sweetroll he was eating with the mead. The orc felt vaguely familiar.. That sense they had a familiar aura about them he couldn't put his finger on. He stumbled over abit tipsy. "Hey.. Do I know you?" He asked with a raised brow and a smile.
Anya
He looks over to the person talking at him, and he says, succinctly and to the point, "No." Downing the drink the innkeep gave him in one go, unphased by the strength of the alcohol, looking back to innkeep, tapping the bar, gesturing for another
Craig
The bluntness of the no was so hard he got a concussion from it.. But watching him down the alcohol makes him chuckle "By perytes taint you drink alcohol like a nord in elsewyre drinks water." He said leaning back. "Whatrrr uh... Brings you to the reach?" He said sipping some more mead.
He then says "Wait lemme guess... Uhhhh.. Companion?" He asked.. The fella was large and seemed like a warrior type. He took another bite of a sweet roll after asking that. He licked abit of the sugary glazing off his thumb.
Anya
He rolls his eyes, "Work. That's why I'm here. I'm only here when the pay is good. Gold is the only thing that could ever bring me here." He says, "And no, I'm not one of those feral Nords who claim to be courageous warriors. I'm just a merc, nothing more nothing less."
Craig
He nods at them talking about being a mercenary. "Oh, me too! Just .. In-between jobs right now.." He said resting his head in the counter.. "I can... Kinda get that... Y-yknow... Them companions just.. They've fucked up all my jobs... Y'know? I try making my name but noo they've got some.. Big bitch from whiterun dealing with spriggans.. And guess.. Guess what.. **She doesn't even make sure it's dead!**" He said his brow furrowing, and then grew abit red embarrassed. "Sorry I'm.. I'm rambling my troubles on ye.." He said taking a grumpy bite from his sweetroll.
Anya
He doesn't respond, just grumbles a bit and downs another drink. He sets his glass down, then looks at the reachman who's been talking at him, "Kid, is there a reason you've picked me to bother with your drunken rambling?"
Craig
"Oh uh... Just.. Wanted to talk.." He said looking down.. "Sorry I.. Bothered you ..." He said just finishing his sweetroll and washing it down with mead. He just kinda kept quiet.. The silence kinda just awkward.
He held out some gold for the lady "Another mead please."