Harold
She would smile at the two, it was nice to be in the presence of fellow adventurers, if they had their own way of exploring Skyrim's harsh lands. 

"Well, how about we get a few drinks and share some tales, first round is on me if you are both interested." She shot the offer to the two.

Kani was very open to having a few drinks, though she often had a low alcohol tolerance and often got red in the face from just one pint of Nord Ale.
Michael
*She nodded, but she had never actually drank before more than a few accidental sips of ale from a barrel on the ship.*
Barbara
"It would be my pleasure. The mead here is especially sweet, which suits my palette perfectly. I'll cover the next round, if we're in good spirits by the end of the first."
Michael
*She found a place to sit and crossed her legs. She had cloven hooves... Almost like a deer. She removed her hood... With great effort, she had to unbutton it to get it off her antlers. She was a deer. A deer person of some kind. With long crimson hair and ears on the side of her head.*