Kerri
Aerin would get his mug of ale or whatever he ordered and he would begin to drink from the mug. Just keeping to himself, he shaked his coin purse noticing it was a little light on coins. He may needed to find some work.
Cody
Erandil got his order; Black-briar Mead. He can't say he enjoys the nord drink, finds them a bit too sweet for his tastes. But he'd prefer that over the swill they call wine here.

Erandil takes a sip, grimacing for a second before speaking. 

"You seem to be the type to travel. Do you happen to be a sellsword?" He asks, gaze turning to Aerin
Kerri
Aerin turned.

"I was in the Fighter's Guild... So yeah. Made a good amount gold from it... I'm looking for someone... My brother for an odd reason fled from Cyrodiil and headed for here out of all places. This frozen... Unforgiven place. I haven't found any signs of him... But I'll turn every rock for him. Now... I'm a bit sort on funds. Nords don't really take kindly to chairty... Some of then anyways. Need some coin to keep on supplying myself until I find my brother and drag his Imperial ass back to mother so she can cuss him out for what he did." He explained.
Cody
Erandil raised his brow. Fighter's guild. Now that's a name hardly spoken. At the man's circumstances, Erandil's features soften a little. He waited for the other to finish, before speaking again.

"I'm... Sorry about your brother. While I am unable to offer assistance with my swordarm, I do need help with travelling to Whiterun. And paying a generous sum would not be an issue for me." Erandil says.