Lori
What seemed to be a quiet evening in the inn, turned into a scene. The doors swung wide open as a red-headed Nord strolled into the inn. A big smile on his face. With such a commotion, it turned a few heads.

"Friends! The Chillbiter is dead!" Froger announced.

People turned a few heads, but were more confused. 

"Who?" One of the Nords scoffed.

"Uh Chillbiter, the leader of the Chilled Bandit Gang erm- Anyways, by claiming the Jarl's bounty. I came to celebrate, with all of the people of Whiterun." Frogar stuttered but recovered. He walked over towards the counter and dropped a small bag of gold.

"First round on me! Let's drink to celebrate!" Frogar cheered, which for anyone in the inn. Cheered with him.

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John
The festivities were all well and good, but not all were keen to join in on such drastic amounts of drinking. Sitting in a corner near the main entrance was a tall dark elf woman in glass armor, sans the helmet. She was well known within the walls of Whiterun for helping out those who needed it, and even for having the only enchantment shop for hire. 

This was Ketosha Drakonhart, and there she sat, staring into a tankard that was once full of mead with a face of melancholy and longing. Despite the minutes she took savoring the taste of such a sweet brew, it didn't even give her a buzz that would take her heart from the one prevailing feeling that had been on her mind for the past three days.

She missed home. She missed the days she spent in High Hrothgar with Master Arngeir and the others.
Lori
He noticed the Dunmer woman sitting in the corner. She seemed down, most if not everyone was cheering for free drinks. But her, she seemed off.

"What's got you down in the river my Dunmer friend. Come, have some fun. Tonight we'll be drinking until Sanguine himself shows up." He joked, the Nord had a big friendly smile on his face.
John
Pulled from her thoughts, she looked up to the jovial Nord and could not help but smile at his attempt to help her. It was sweet, really, but the ache still remained. 

"I cannot help but reminisce of home and family, even though such thinking aches me with how much I miss them. Seeing this merriment..." She lets out a sigh, and then finishes with, "...It's enough to make me wonder what it would be like for them to visit me, or I them."