Arthur
"Hmm... I'll take them, might go and gather more myself though. Couldn't hurt to get some first hand experience. As for the wildlife, I think I'll be alright. One moment... Ah, my name is Ronan. Ronan Peryne."

*Ronan opened up the coin purse in his hand, grabbing a sizable handful of coins and handing them to the miller.*
Maud
He nodded and took the pouch and would feel the weight of the purse, giving a nod and he would shoot a look at the Khajiit who stood afar, watching them from a distance.

"Tai'Keem, go get the pouches. In the shed, left side. Second shelf." He told her, using his hands to call out to her.
Shirley
The Khajiit's ears perked up and she gave a nod before walking away to gather the pouches of the Creep Clusters that the man wanted.
Maud
He nodded.

"Hope the roads have been fair to you, with the war and all Skyrim hasn't gotten any safer. Not with the brigands and wild necromancers running about..." He asked.

"Oh, Audens Varo. Apologies for my lack of manners, you've already know the Khajiit's name is Tai'Keem." He introduced himself to the man, offering a firm handshake for the man.

If he were to shake his hand, he could feel how hardened his fingers and palms were, callus on the tips of his fingers and he had some scars from accidental miscuts or splinters.
Arthur
*He took his hand and shook it, as another jostle would gain Audens' attention- the finely crafted rapier on Ronan's hip.*

"Indeed, Skyrim has its dangers. Fortunately I've been able to avoid conflict with a little craftiness and of course, what I know of magic. Has it been fair to you lately? I can't imagine it is easy working a mill, especially this far from town."