Edna
Clarisse looked at the Half-Bosmer as they walked over to her, watching her sit down. She raised an eyebrow as she drew up a chair next to her, analysing her every move. While her life was significantly more relaxed now she was merely a humble bard, although her training was yet to wear off. She still looked over everyone she met with suspicion, something that was hardly necessary for such a quiet inn, especially in Skyrim. She was used to the cold, harsh streets of Cyrodiil, or the dimly lit pathways of Riften, both of which being someplace where one misstep could lead to a run-in with the Thieves' guild.

"I work here, simple as. If you were earlier, you could've seen me play."

She met Isha with a smile, although her eyes never seemed to meet hers, looking past her and around the room. Clarisse didn't like making eye contact, believing it could give too much away, or it would distract her from something dangerous.
Ruth
Morzza caught the Imperial's gaze in her peripheral vision and met it with her cold, pale blue eyes that seemed to burn their way through her body. She continued to write as if nothing had occurred and was still glancing down into her journal. However, the armor she wore was growing cumbersome, as she had been wearing it for the entire day, so she retired to the room she rented, returning a few minutes later wearing a stone-colored gown and sat down once again in the exact same position at the fire pit.
Debra
"Bard eh?" Isha gave a nod and took a sip of mead.

"Could you play a song? I'll pay extra if I must. Curious how you'll handle Rangar the Red." Isha gave an offer, showing off her heavy pouch of gold. It made hefty jingles when she shook it around.

"If not, maybe we can discuss other things. Don't know what, but you seemed a bit down. Thought you needed a Bosmer to talk your ear off." Isha chuckled and would again take another sip of mead.