Julia
The young, adventurous Bosmer was shopping in the market square. It was decently crowded with other citizens of the town and a handful of adventures looking to resupply on foods and supplies as well as trade off their loot from whatever they found it from.

Isha had been hunting around the parts for a little while, managing to hunt a few elk and some wolves for their hides. Their hides sold pretty well which let her have some decent pocket money. The meat also sold for a fair price, letting her have a few more coins to spend.

Isha now had plans to take some contracts, while it would be hard to try to find clients since she was near the home of the Companions. She had an idea to underprice them, being cheaper and way more effective. Whether it was to retrieve some stolen items from thives, clear out some bandits whom were causing problems or hunt a dangerous animal killing a farmer's livestock. Isha had many ideas and many plans. For now, she needed supplies for the many jobs that awaited her.
Denise
*Ronan had emerged from Arcadia's Cauldron, dressed in his usual elegant attire and hefting his backpack and carrying his trusted rapier on his hip. In his hands he held a quill pen and a rather smooth-looking piece of paper, on which he had written a list of errands and other business he had in Whiterun. Crossing off a line reading 'Visit Arcadia, Learn About Alchemy', he looked at the rest of his tasks: getting Adrianne to sharpen his rapier, purchasing a fresh tinderbox, stocking up on travel rations (as much as he loathed their lack of taste), and practicing some of his magic. Outside of Whiterun, of course- Ronan knew he wasn't a very good magician, and he didn't plan to set some poor guy's house on fire or get himself blown up. With that in mind, he started walking towards Warmaiden's to cross off the next thing he had to do, that being to keep Needle in tip-top shape.*
Jessica
The Breton approaches the marketplace, in his quote-unquote casual attire, which is fairly formal looking, all things considered, though they look a bit worse for wear, but there was still that, nobleman aura around him as he walked. He's carrying a small coffer under his arm, with a gilded ebony axe tied to his hip. He wanders up to Carlotta's stand, "Let Pelagio know my request still stands, he'll be paid, I'll be sure of it." He says, taking an apple and overpaying by quite a bit. Then continues wandering the marketplace
Julia
Her pointy ears twitched when she heard the word offer. That sounded like income to her, the Bosmer stroked her chin for a bit before making her way towards the Breton is a rather sly way. Not making her presence known to him. She gave it more thought and knew it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"Excuse me Breton, but I've heard the word... Offer. To what are you offering?" Isha turned and would have an arm crossed over her chest and her hand stroking her chin.
Denise
*Noticing and noting the fellow Breton- hard to miss him, based on his rather exquisite outfit, not too dissimilar to Ronan's own in its style- he continued to approach the smithy of Whiterun. Ah, Warmaiden's. Owned by Adrianne Avenicci and her husband Ulfberth, though from their limited interactions she had conveyed the impression of greater effort in the business, and quite a proficient craftswoman at that. And so, he walked to stand by her as she did her work, and made a quick exchange of words and coin.*

"I am aware that you are a skilled blacksmith, but please be careful with this blade. It means a lot to me." 

*With a quick motion he unsheathed the masterwork rapier from his side and, a bit gingerly, handed it to Adrianne to begin sharpening. Since it would take a few moments, he looked back at his list as he did a quick rundown of his tasks, just to make sure he had everything in order. Alchemy advice, routine maintenance, ration purchasing- it wouldn't take too long to sharpen his sword, so he chose patience- and what else... Ah, yes. The practice. Sometimes, Ronan wondered if there was more to his magical powers. As far as he was aware, they were inborn. But was it the working of the Divines, or perhaps just sheer luck? Or perhaps... Something else? It was good food for thought, and soon he had unintentionally begun to tune out the daily business occurring around him.*
Jessica
He turns to the Bosmer, who he'd noticed when she was approaching, "Are you a farmer?" He asks, "I'm preparing Fort Greymoor for the arrival of the rest of my Order, and we need food," He continues, "As well as stone, lumber, overall supplies, and ebony. As well as some general workers." He sighs, "I only have about a week, and only enough supplies to feed me and my apprentice. Hopefully when my reinforcements arrive we can get better supply." He says, "I'd have no issue if there was a Fighter's Guild chapter here."