Woodrow
*This city was just a nightmare. Spending nearly all of his remaining coins to repair his tools at the blacksmith, Nelar enters the tavern frowning, looking for a table with no one on it, sitting down shortly after. 

He sees the two Dunmer and smiles at them politely. Shortly after he gets something to drink (no idea what, but he was able to afford it) and rested his head on one of his arms, frowning*
Marcy
"Solstheim... Raven Rock. Cold and ashy, unpleasant place..."
*She continued to write, she was on sermon 14. She hadn't necessarily figured out what all the spear talk meant.*
"I live at the College now though... It makes one realize how many... Fools, there are in this province. Not saying you or really anyone but..."
*She couldn't really get the words out, but it was probably a comment about nords.*
James
"I know what your talking about, the nords of Skyrim are often quick to anger and are not often smart. Sometimes I wish that I could visit morrowind so I could be around people that don't look down on me for being an elf. But sadly work keeps me on this damn province"
Marcy
"You'd still be an Outlander."
*She took a big ol gulp of wine.*
"My name is damn Nereva and yet they would call me an N'wah... Not to mention my parents are from two great houses."
*She sighed. She never really mentioned her parents sober. Nereva had three stages of being drunk, Average nord, Intellectual Apotheosis, and incoherent rambling. She was likely to pass out during that third stage. Maybe.*
James
"Are people are a complex bunch, at least when you meet up with other Dunmer's in places like Skyrim we all stick together in hopes of getting away from nord oppression." 
*She would take another glance at Nereva's notes* 
"So you seem to be studying deadra texts, I assume you are a researcher for the college"
Marcy
"Dunmer are racists too, I don't hate the nords for that, I hate their ignorance. They... Live simply."
*She glanced at her work again.*
"Oh, no, I'm writing. I don't like people seeing what i write so i write it in an alphabet most can't read. I'm studying the 36 Lessons. I have a... Theory, though I don't wish to disclose it.
James
"I understand what you mean, their ignorance can be annoying, and I guess I can understand writing in secret, privacy is always important" 
*I glance at all of the empty bottles at our table*
"Are you alright, your drinking more then a nord after battle"
Marcy
"Oh shutup..."
*She looked at the... Eight bottles of wine around her.*
"Maybe... Maybe I just drink because I know something you don't! Something I learned from *Hic* Hermaeus... Mora, wine is the way to... The secret syllable!"
James
*After hearing the drunk mention the drastic lord her interest were peaked, maybe this drunk could be more of an entertainment to me then I thought*
"Hermaeus Mora." 
*She'd say in a hushed voice acting like this was secret information, immediately after saying that she would pour a glass of wine and give it to the elf*
"Please drink up... Please I'd love to know what lord hermaeus mora told you.. Perhaps I could work "Under" You, after all someone who spoke to lord hermaeus mora must be powerful"
Marcy
"I'm a damned Master Wizard at the College, of course I'm powerful..."
*She pulled the glass of wine towards her without touching it, it floated to her lips.*
"What? What make's you think I have spoken with him, other than my passing comment?"
*She set the glass down onto the table, a trivial use of her thaumaturgic power.*
"I read. I could know everything and nothing, any bit of knowledge I *Could* Know, or I couldn't. It's theories, the nature of reality is fragile, a definitive answer to anything is a far shot..."
*It was clear that she was... Something. Perhaps a little too much of... Something.*
James
"Oh my, you do seem quite powerful" *She'd do a very soft laugh after this drunk started going on about how powerful and strong she was*
"So are you saying that you haven't met and talked with deadra, I thought that anyone as powerful as yourself would have talked with deadra... Are you okay I normally don't care for others but you seem to be drinking far too much"