Ada
Order:
Clara
Kyru
Moon
Sha
Edna
The bard hummed softly as she watched the crackle of the fire, two empty pints of mead sitting on her table, with another in her hand. She'd entertained the crowd of the Drunken Huntsman for a few hours with song and verse, and now she sat down with her payment. Enough for a room for the night, a roof above her head, and a warm meal to see her off to sleep. It wasn't as glamorous as she'd grown used to in Cyrodiil, but this was her life now, and she was happy... For the most part.

She sipped at her mead, watching the various attendees of the bar to see if there was anyone she could try and strike up a conversation with. It was lonely being a travelling bard, and strangers were the only ones who gave her company, aside from her regular Inn-keepers of course, some of which she'd formed a close bond with during her travels.
Ruth
Subtly, the southernmost entrance door cracked open, and a young Orcish female dawning a set of dark green armor quickly slid inside, with the only indication of a new presence entering the tavern being the cold breeze that trailed behind her, which could easily be dismissed. She was so quiet that not even the owner Elrindir took notice of her until she was standing at the counter, hands folded in front of her.

"O-Oh, hello my Orc friend! Do you require refuge from the frigid weather outside? I have a few rooms available." The Bosmer stammered, staring upwards to meet the Orsimer's unflinching pale blue eyes thst seemed to burn through his skull. Without a single word, she nodded her head and drew a sum of septims from her coinpurse and placed in front of the male.
Debra
As whatever was going on, Isha walked into the store/inn. She would lay down onto the counter some hides, a few deer hides in near perfect condition, and lay down two sets of antlers and some bagged fresh venison.

"What a good night for hunting eh fellas. Nothing like some fresh meat to have after a long day." Kym turned to the two in the back and would be talking with who ever owned the store on getting some extra coins.
Amber
*At that moment, the door to the Drunken Huntsman opened, and a rather tall figure entered, leaning their head down slightly as they moved through. It was a Khajiit, tall and broadly built, loosely resembling a black jaguar. He was dressed in a thick leather coat presumably for the cold weather, while a sword dangled from his hip and a knapsack hung over his shoulder. Despite his large stature- well over 7 feet tall- he didn't look particularly intimidating but rather analytical and calculating, with a curious glint in his eyes. He briefly scanned the interior before approaching the counter top, and then he spoke.*

"Ah, good evening. Khajiit is in dire need of provisions and supplies." *He spoke calmly and politely, and referred to himself in the third person like many other Khajiit, but his voice was otherwise normal.*