Patrick
*As soon as he asked her a question, she almost regretted opening her mouth to say anything at all. She wasn't the most social creature, not by choice, not because she didn't have a talent for speechcraft. The she-elf let out another small sigh, she tucked several strands of wispy white blonde hair behind her ears and away from her face before standing up and crossing the room, still separated from her sabatons. She brazenly pulled out the chair beside him, she was fairly confident that the stranger was harmless, especially in such a public setting. Besides incinerating him at this distance would be a fairly simple task.*

"Well to start with there's an established bandit fortress... Right, here." *She mused, picking up a second piece of charcoal from the table and marking his map. She didn't care to ask his permission before doing so, as was her way.* "And the ice wraiths cluster in large groups around, here, on the north coast."

*She released her sketching implement back onto the table. Reclining back from the map slightly and allowing the stranger some breathing room once more.*
Robert
*Ronan just sat quietly watching the Mer's directions as he rubbed his chin, narrowing his eyes a bit. Seems he wasn't as familiar with the local area as he thought, hell he'd taken some time to brush up on Skyrim before coming. Oh well, at least he could learn before it got rough, and even if this stranger was very bold, he wasn't one to refuse the pointers. Perhaps fighting him wouldn't be hard, but despite his apparent naivety, he wasn't as much a pushover as he seemed. Once Shalquoir was done, he sighed a bit.*

"Hmm... Could've swore I had these paths down. Well, better safe than sorry. Thank you, uh... What's your name, miss?"
Patrick
*She watched him rub his chin in a perplexed manner. She knew the area around Windhelm very well, in fact she'd been in Skyrim long enough that most of the holds and their surrounding landscapes were quite familiar to her by this point. A good mercenary always knows the lay of the land. She was an enjoyer of maps, dabbling in cartography on a fairly regular basis, especially when wanting to mark down points of interest or potential threats. Although she was slightly taken aback when he asked her for her name, it was an unusual thing, most people just referred to her as 'elf'. 

"Shalquoir..." *She replied, her white lashed scarlet eyes searched his face for a moment.* "And yourself stranger?"