April
Lenore saw the Altmer not far from her, she was surprised of how fast he could drink. She did like the taste of mead, ale, and most other Nord Drinks. Some people complained it tasted like piss or it was not pleasant. Lenore always thought of it as an acquired taste. She would take a seat next to him, keeping her boundaries but not being too far from him. She ordered what she always liked to get, a flagon of Nord Mead; extra foamy. Once she got the drink she took a few swigs before wiping her mouth. 

"What brings a mage like you to Riverwood? Not a lot of my collogues visit here; I thought I was the only one." Lenore gave a chuckle. She didn't realize of how cold it was outside the inn; she felt way warmer here than by the river. Still; Lenore was glad she grew up in Bruma out of all places.
John
**Mosul would down the rest of his mead, place it onto the table and begin staring at it. He would notive its simplicity, its intricacies, its flaws and fixes. His body stood completely still, as though the cold and nothing else touched him. **

" I find the simplicity of the area beautiful. I also have detected a strange magical aura in the vicinity, something old and precious. This aura is faint, but its raw potency was enough to draw my old self towards it " **He sighs now, placing his hand up for another bottle**
"Many mages and wizards do not venture far from the safe confines of the college, especially when young. The college is safe for them, a hub of magical potential and loving warmth. As mages get older, they either become blinded by their power or never realise their power in the first place. I don't often leave the college, unless going home or going for a flaggon or to further advance my research through something the college cannot provide. My years have brought enough travels to fill many lifetimes, so the world holds not much more for me. "
" What would a mage of your decent level be doing in the area. I would hope that it isnt nothing out-of-the-norm for a studen of the college? " **His tone shifts to one of interest, but posibly scolding at the same time. Few are able to tell what manour he is trying to get across, as his face rarely shifts. **
April
"I study Nord Culture, rather more into ancient Nord history or ruins. I have dwelled into more of the Dwemer recently; but Nordic Culture is my specialty. You be surprised that Nords have more hidden power in arcana than some are lead to believe. I often take my studies in the college; alone most of the time. I tend to study better when it is just me. Sometimes though, the walls feel... Choking? No... That's the not the term... They feel like a cage. Sure; there's a lot to do in the college. But I often like to take trips all around Skyrim or other provinces to get outside more; explore ruins to uncover what mysterious the past has buried; than send my reports to the teachers. Like I stated earlier, I plan to teach my own class one day." Lenore explained before taking another drink.
John
"The dwemer have often eluded me. I have met those who claim to know the truth, those who want to know the turh and those who do not care about the truth. Their mastery of magic and sudden disapearance eludes me, but I believe they are no longer "Dwemer" As would imagine them. Anyway, you wish to teach? What would you like to teach? The nordic culture and history perhaps? Tell me about your research, please"
**He would now finish another bottle. Infornt of him lay small islands of bottles in a sea of wood, and yet nothing had changed in him.**
April
She was surprised, most time other mages laughed at her or made rude jokes about her intreasts. But maybe he was setting up for it? She didn't know.

"Well, Nords have walls upon walls about the Way of the Voice. You ever heard of the Greybeards? They study the Thu'um as they call it. There's more to the way of the Voice. The Voice of Dragons, or the Dragon Language. There's also been a sayings of the Dragonborn. Mortal's with Dragonblood. Said to learn the thu'um much faster than any mere mortal. There's more to it, but I don't wish to bore you." Lenore enthusiasm began to show.
John
**Mosuls body language shifted , his torso now fully facing her along with his face. His ears seemingly pricked at the sound of dragons**

"I have heard of this before. I have actaully seen the power dragonborns hold. I witnessed Martin Septim sacrifice himself and become an avatar to fight against Mehrunes Dagon and his unearthly hordes. I also believe, from my very few interactions with Mankor, that he too may have been a dragonborn, full or lesser I do not know. I have visited High Hrothgar once, entering the temple of the greybeard , during my early years in skyrim. I attempted to ask them questions, but to very little avail. These ideas intrigue me, but since I cannot control them or master them I have very little use with them."

** He places his hand up once again, signaling for another few bottles of mead. He seemed somewhat more talkative now, less 'mysterious ancient wizard' more 'friendly teacher' **