Marcy
*She sat at a table, reading the Copy of the 36 lessons she had gotten in markarth. She was attempting to discern what was real and what was mere poetry. Trust not the words of a poet. She was sorting the entire text by her opinion on what was most likely to be true, and also discerning what bits of cryptic language actually meant. She was also three bottles of wine deep.*
James
*In her disguised merchant style clothing she would enter the establishment, she had been in riften for only a few days, but these few days had felt like years, this crime ridden town is blight on Skyrim and the entirety of Tamriel. Despite her hard feelings for this town she knew she had to wait patiently, after all her brotherhood was well payed for her to wait patiently and kill a wandering trader. As she walked further into the bee and barb she would walk to the bar and sit down*
Marcy
*She carried a spear, with an orichalc spearhead. She seemed... Intelligent, sitting there alone. Other patrons had been giving her strange looks. There were 5 empty bottles of wine at her table. Five, and it wasn't the cheap stuff.*
"What-what are milk fingers?"
*She muttered. Perhaps she'd figure it out after a few more drinks, smokes and bourbon as some would say.*
James
*She would quickly take notice of the Dunmer that was quickly becoming drunk. A few moments would go by her intrigue in the drunk elf quickly reached a boiling point, die to this intrigue she couldn't help herself but get up and walk to the elf drinking by herself* 
"I'm sorry to bother you, but is this seat taken"
Marcy
"Oh, oh uhm. No, its not."
*She sort of cleaned up a little, keeping her notes to one side.*
"I was waiting to either get kicked out or get into a fight... A conversation is far more, pleasant, i suppose."
James
"Thank you"
*She would sit down next to the dunmer character, she was quite interesting, just by looking at her she could tell that she was intelligent, and with a glance at her notes she could tell that she was deciphering something, but she decided to stay silent about her inferences, she knew the importance of keeping her cards close to her chest* 
"I'm sorry to bother but by any chance have you seen a wandering traveler pass through here"
Marcy
"That's everyone in this wretched place. I'm only here for the night."
*It looked like something had just clicked in her head. She was writing in the Daedric alphabet, though, signed at the top with Tayem, T. If she could read daedric, she could see that she had just wrote what milk fingers means. She wiped her glasses.*
"Are you from Skyrim?"
*Her voice had a bit of ashy rasp to it, she was clearly from some part of Morrowind.*
James
"Yes I'm from Skyrim, my family owned a house far north from here, you have an accent, are you from Morrowind by any chance"
 *It was clear from the swap in her drunken expression that a candlelight spell had gone off in her head, if only I could figure out what it was that had caused this change in demeanor, I ponder in it for a moment until I glance at her notes, it was clearly written in deadric*