Diane
*It was much, MUCH warmer in here. It wrapped her like a thick blanket, providing instant relief to the oh so cold Argonian. She sighed in contentment. It would take her a while to dry off, but she would at least be warm while doing so.*

*It only took her a moment to look back, and then jump in fright, upon noticing the Akavir actually followed her inside. Oh yeah, she also definitely thought him to be some type of Nord or Breton. Possibly Imperial.*

"O-Oh. Hi." *She mumbled, trying to pretend like what she just did was absolutely normal. Her tail slowly swung, before she made her way towards one of the empty chairs, and plopping down.*
William
"Relax, you saw the walls this city has. You'll be alright."

*The Imperial moved past the Argonian towards the counter, looking over to Elda Early-Dawn behind it.*

"I'll have a bottle of ale and some stew if you have it. Coin's right here, just a moment."

*He fumbled through his pockets for a minute before producing a small leather purse tied at the end with twine. Opening it up, he pulled out a handful of septims and handed them over. In turn, Elda took the coin, reaching under the counter and producing a bottle of ale which he took.*

*The elderly innkeeper called down the hall, and the faint smell of something cooking wafted through the air.*

"Nils, a bowl of today's stew!"

*The voice of an old man, presumably this Nils, called out in response, and after a few moments the man to whom it belonged walked down the hall, carrying a wooden bowl that steamed a bit. It was a sort of brown stew with bits of meat and root vegetables in a thick gravy, along with a wooden spoon. The Imperial nodded, seating himself at the counter and beginning to eat the stew.*
Diane
*Maesha readily nodded... As if that would do anything. She'll be fine... Hopefully.*

*She politely waited for the one she thought to be an Imperial to finish his order, and for him to receive it. Once she felt it was open, she also fumbled wi her coin pouch.*

"I would also like some of the stew, and a few cuts of cooked meat." *She wasn't big on drinking. She's heard that it makes people's heads go fuzzy, and she didn't exactly like losing control of herself.*

*She slid the requisite amount of septims over, before tying up her bag, and slipping it away.*