Julia
Isha was returning from the tavern. Getting supper for the night.

The Bosmer had been making trips around the plains and the northern areas hunting all sorts of game. Her coin pouch was full, from all of her hard work as of late.

Still, she felt a bit lonely. She had bumped into a few travelers here and there. But she was starting to miss her good friend, Frogar.

She hadn't seen him for a long while...

She knew him well, a man who loved the thrill of danger and adventure. She saved his life, and he saved hers plenty of times. Despite their falling out... She did care for him. He had plenty of troubles, and when it came to his family it was the most challenging trial for him. To deal with his mother's hatred and his sister's disappointment. He was a kind hearted man, coming from a family of stubborn Nords that couldn't see the both sides of the war.


In truth, she kept around Whiterun for Frogar... Skyrim was a big place. Frogar liked to explore all regions... But he always liked to visit Whiterun for the Honey Mead. She had hoped she would see him walk through those gates again. After all of this time... She had built up the confidence to truly reveal how she felt about him.

He was brash, a bit of a fool. But with how dangerous and short life is in Skyrim. She did love him, she wanted to be at his side and eventually try to help him deal with his family issues. But out of all of the people she had met in her life, he was the only one that made her heart skip a beat, head over heels... Love.
Denise
*The Breton had been in the middle of scribbling into his journal when he noticed the orc approaching him, and whether it was his visible brawn or intimidating visage, the stranger made him a bit nervous. His voice was slightly shaky, and his hands became a bit unsteady. He almost started to shrink into his jacket.*

"Oh, uh... Could I assist you, Orc? I'm just... Researching local history here, no need to... Look at me like that."
Johnny
The green whelp blinked, shaking his stare off with a grimace before adjusting his grip on the firewood. 
"Forgive me, friend - my brain's nothing but muddled sap as the weekends creep near. I saw you writing and grew curious, is all."
The orc awkwardly chuckled, trying to assure the man he meant no harm.
"Research! Are you working on a book, by chance? Or is it a project you find yourself doing due to personal passion?"
Denise
"Oh, a mix of both, actually. I've got the passion to become a writer, and currently I'm studying Whiterun's history and customs, among other things. Not much luck besides the more widely known. Oh, my name is Ronan. Ronan Peryne. You?"