April
She entered into the inn, feeling the warmth from the fireplace that lied in the middle. A bard was singing some sort of song, though the look of him didn't fit well for Lenore. He seemed like a slime ball of sorts. But Lenore knew better than to judge a book by it's cover. 

Lenore would look around, seeing a few patrons enjoy some hot meals and start filling their bellies with mead. She made her way towards the table, seeing a man there whom seem like the owner of the inn.
Teresa
"Get to the bar, honey! We've got customers"
Patricia
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," He says, looking to the Altmer, "Hungry or thirsty?" He says with a smile, "Torsten's cooking up a fine stew, got some imports from Solstheim, some good stuff."
April
"Both. Been traveling all the way from Winterhold. Made a few stops from Windhelm to Whiterun, then finally here. I'll have a bowl of that stew and a flagon of the strongest mead you Nords have, light on the foam." Lenore leaned on the counter.

"Also, how much for a room? Maybe 4 nights?" She added.
Patricia
He laughs, "Torsten! A bowl of stew, please!" He looks back at her, filling a flagon using a keg under the bar, "I'm actually not a Nord, I'm from Nibenay, in Cyrodiil." He says with a smile, "Inherited this inn from a woman who took care of me during my travels."
April
"My apologies. It's been a long day. I didn't mean to be rude." Lenore replied, actual embarrassment in her tone of voice.

"Well it's a fine inn you have, Riverwood seems like a nic÷ place. How much for the rooms again? I believe I never got a price." She asked for the price of getting a room again.
Patricia
He chuckles, "I know the plight of travelling, ways on the mind." He smiles, "Glad you think so, it's nice and small, very homely." He says, "Sorry that'll be 40 septims, plus 10 for the flagon, and 9 for the stew, a total of 59 septims."
April
"Seems good to me" Lenore agreed, counting the cold and neatly stacking it onto the counter.

"I'll be over at a table, you can show me to my room later... If you want to that is." Lenore nodded. She would then take a seat at one of the benches and start drinking the mead. Waiting for her food.