Martin
The doors to the tavern moved aside with a soft squeaking. Strolling in came a Dragonborn in a dapper vest, and neatly washed undershirt and pants. Accompanied by a quaint little hat that rested atop glistening yellow scales. Such attire was not uncommon in a Capital city, and as such, very few patrons even batted an eye to the gentleman as he approached the counter and hailed down the barkeep. Speaking loudly so as to be heard over the rabble of the bar.

"Pardon me, but I'll have a Nectar Mead, and a bottle of wine, please. Kobold Reserve, if you have it." The Dragonborn requested, with a toothy, fanged grin being offered alongside his request.

"Two coppers for the Mead and two silvers for the bottle. Anything else?"

"No, that'll be all." Coins clinked softly on the counter, and within a few minutes, Dandy had a wonderful frothing cup of Mead, and a bottle of deep reddish-brown coloration before him. He cheerfully took a large drink from the stein, sucking down two or three mouthfuls, and placed it in front of him. Warmth and sweetness slipped down his throat and settled in his belly, where it spread through his body and seemed to ease all his stress away. It felt good to be home. Drinking his favorite drink in his favorite tavern. It was a nice way to unwind after a few months on the road with very little success in his mission so far.
Edward
*The doors would swing open once more as the large Knight entered. The Aasimar would catch many looks as he entered, which was understandable. Aasimar weren't known for kindest of reasons, and typically their presence meant some form of trouble relating to the law. Luckily though, Arcturus was here for pleasure, not business. 

He would make his way towards the counter, finding a spot a few seats off of the Dragonborn. He was here to meet with a Tiefling by the name of Skalyre, but it appeared he had arrived early. He'd give the barkeep a wave, calling him over.*

"Barkeep, just the water as normal please." 

*He'd watch as the barkeep retrieved for him a bottle filled with water, placing down a few silver pieces as payment. He had given the barkeep much more than what was required, but he did this as a thanks ahead of time, in case anything was to occur in the tavern during his time inside.*
Martin
Dandy flicked his eyes over to where the knight had taken his seat. Perfect, a drink, and now some pleasant conversation. Without a moment's hesitation, the Dragonborn slid his drinks alongside himself down the counter and stopped next to the unfamiliar face. He took another drink from his mug and placed it gently on the counter in front of him as a small belch crept between his teeth.

"-ah. Pardon my poor manners, good sirrah, but I'm not one for celebrating alone. Might I request your company for the duration of my stay here?"

Though he was clearly *Already* In the soft sway of alcohol's warm embrace, he made sure to maintain enough physical distance as to not impose his presence. Though, as far as Dragonborn went, his figure was rather lean and lacking in the size or definition that most males carried.