Melanie
Meanwhile, amongst the groups of nords and the odd argonian or elf here and there wandered Darthan, an old farm boy turned Novice adventurer. Having grown up on the field most of his life, spending most of his time there or in the Windhelm markets, Solitude was like a whole other world for the lad. Fancy clothes and enticing aromas abounded, Darthan having actually spent some of his gold on a bit of bread he was munching on now. Freshly baked, warm and buttery...

And that's when his eyes caught the fellow Dunmer in his hat and robes. He hadn't seen many of his kin here in Solitude, at least the places he explored, so immediately the dunmers curiosity was peaked. 

And so Darthan would briskly make his way over to where Velin was resupplying, awkwardly holding his hand up to try and get his attention

"Uhm, hello? Sir? Uhm, ah, by Azura this was easier in my head...-"
Alberto
He was sort of in deep thought, thinking of the long journey here to Solitude. He would rethink on the beautiful sights he had seen, the foes he had fought, and the trials he had to overcome. Why did he come to Solitude? He did not know, he simply had heard of the city, and took some interest with it.

As he was walking, he snapped out of his daydreaming and he looked at a fellow Dunmer, whom seemed nervous at the sight of him. Velin knew that his overall looks was not one to easily approach but he smiled.

"No worries, please take the time you need." He nodded and gave a bow.

"Let's start from the beginning, I am Velin. Sword for hire. You are?" He asked, waiting patiently for the Dunmer to give his name and have a better foundation to ask his question.
Melanie
Swallowing and chuckling a but nervously, Darthan would take a deep breath calming his anxiety. Start from the beginning? Yeah, he could do that

"I'm Darthan, proud member of the Storied Envoy... Well, new member but, hey, a member nonetheless"

Darthan had a weathered blade by his side, his commoners clothes actually being a set of leather armor thats seen better days. Seeing the dunmer bow, Darthan would awkwardly return it. 

"I, uhm... I haven't seen many kinsmen around here, and you looked like a man with some tales to tell..."
Alberto
He smiled.

"I like to call them lessons, perhaps one day I will write a book so many can learn from a swordsman." He nodded.

"While I do have plenty to tell, I would prefer if we had a place to rest our legs and have some food. Tea would be very pleasant. I am new to this city, do you know of any inns or places to dine in on this evening?" He asked, rather not going into the many tales of his journey in the middle of the street. Not only because it he was hungry, but also he did not want to be standing around in the same spot for too long.