Ruth
As she walked up the steps onto the tavern, a Nord drunk as all he could be bursted through the door and bumped Isha out of the way.
Rachel
The Nord's face was a bit read and he was cleary not in the right mindset. 
"Watch were you're going, Elf!" He sneered.
Ruth
Isha was not one to simply not take shit from anyone, her time with Frogar proved that to show respect to a Nord, was not to be pushed around.

"Think you had too much, quit being an ass and go home you drunk."
Rachel
The Nord balled up a fist.
"I don't have to take that from a small Elf like you, we don't want your tree hugging kind here anyways. So out of my way or I will show you how a Nord deals with elves like you." He got close to the Bosmer.
Ruth
She dropped her pelts and clenched her fists, if she was going to get into a brawl before she even got drunk so be it. But she was not simply gonna back down, that's what the Nord wanted.
Austin
*Sharjo listened to the conversation, a soft exhale escaped him. The dog Mavoska barked afew times, giving in Sharjo turned around as he set down his own pelt bag.*

**"Sharjo politely ask you two stop this, wafiit Nord. Get on your way, I'm sure this one didn't mean bump into you. Sharjo knows you'd rather go home without bruises yes?"**

*He chuckled, hands went to his hip. Quite the massive stature for this Khajiit, bowing his head in the most courteous manner*
Rachel
The Nord wrinkled his nose, he was more confident on dealing with the small Bosmer, but now with a Khajiit thrown in. It would not be a fight here he would come on top. 

He balled a fist and walked past the two, grumbling about how they should keep everyone out of Skyrim so they could be left in peace. He walked back onto the dirt road to sleep off all of the ale he had drank.
Ruth
Isha rolled her eyes as she watched the Nord walk off from them.

"Thanks, but I could have taken him. I know how Nords work, a few good punches and you become their best friend... Or a cold ale in his hand. But whatever, drunken fool is gone now." Isha thanked the Khajiit but still had the thought of getting into a brawl with the man, could have been fun. But it is what it is.
Austin
*Sharjo groaned, giving a small headshack. Mavoska staring up at the elf, clearly interested seeing the pelt bag*

**"Sharjo believes this one's rhetoric, but I'm only trying to cause anymore trouble. As I see you've hunted quite a bit.."**

*Sharjo grabbed his own bag, opening the Inns door. Allowing the elf to walk in* 

**"Had quite the hirsinith i can tell.."**