Barbara
*Terrel lightly flitted through the book he was reading, drawing in the quiet conversation of a hibernating tavern. With frost tinting nearby windows and patrons coming and going more bundled up than before, it was obvious that winter had finally made its appearance. It was fortunate that Terrel managed to get back from his trip in the north just in time. There was no telling what the ships were fairing at this moment. Though he didn't get off completely free from it. He still had a whole trip west to finish, though until then, he simply planned on collecting what he could from here.

With the snow deciding to pan over the town in its icy layers, Terrel figured it best to take shelter here for now before finding the right time to set off back home. It wasn't the greatest of predicaments, but he could at least get some things done while he was here. He pulled his crimson colored cloak tightly around him, the cottony material, keeping him warm while he strayed away from the fireplace where most had gathered. Terrel typically kept away from large crowds when he could help it, this being one of those moments in finding a place at the bar, distant from the rest. A bartender came by, placing down a drink he had previously ordered to which Terrel gently grabbed without taking his eyes away from various images displayed alongside a series of literature. It seemed relatively calm for the time being as far as most taverns typically go anyways.*
Lori
A man sat upon a stool braced against the bar almost slumped over, a steady stream of empty mugs having built up around him. 
"***Oi, another ale... And make sure it isn't watered down this time...***" The voice that left his lips was gruff and deep heavily accented with a Mentian flair. No, to say it was gruff wasn't quite doing it justice. The man possessed a baritone and cadence that made it sound as if he'd swallowed a handful of gravel. The request made by the man to the bartender was punctuated with a healthy dose of boisterous laughter as the barkeep grumbled to himself and fetched the stranger another mug of ale. 

The man gave the contents of the mug a cursory and extremely brief glance before hoisting it unceremoniously to his lips and taking several large greedy gulps from the tankard. He slammed the cup back down after having depleted it of the nectar that'd been poured within and promptly addressed the barkeep once again.

"***Feel like you were holding out on me, this batch tastes a lot better than the last few you served. Did you grab it from the top shelf this time?***" He punctuated his rhetorical question with more boisterous laughter and issued forth a handsignal for another tankard much to the chagrin of the barkeep.
Barbara
*Terrel glanced up as conversation seemed to heighten near him. Well a one-sided one nonetheless. He took brief notice of the man nearby, drinking about. Leon's accent was somewhat familiar to the linguistic Silnari as he continued urging the bartender to bring back more drinks, causing Terrel's prolonged attention. Terrel shifted his gaze between the man and bartender, holding back his own chuckle at barkeep's irritation. It looked like they were practically frozen in together, though something things were bound to be taken advantage of with that.*"Perhaps a selection from his own personal stash."*He said casually in looking back down towards his book. The Silnari's voice carried a similar deepness to it, sounding a lot more smooth than gravelly at that. It wasn't unlike Frichariis to sound this way, however.*"I know I sure would have by now."*His tone seemed to grow lighter at the second part, a hint of amusement added on to it. Although it sounded like a joke in compliment to the man's tenacity, it was more so warning towards his constant orders.*