Nathan
*It was a calm but cloudy afternoon in the small village of Rorikstead, with the locals milling about and living their lives, manning shops or tilling the fields. The cornerstone of the village, the Frostfruit Inn, was experiencing business as usual for the most part- a few exhausted locals and weary travelers stopping for rest, ale, or a bite to eat.* 

*One such traveler was a Nord, fair-haired and quite large even by Nord standards, dressed in a simple tunic and wearing a cloak, the hood of which was pulled down, revealing a smooth face and short golden hair complemented by a thick beard. He was laughing and conversing with some of the other patrons, smiling and enjoying himself with one arm resting on the bar counter, and the other holding a half-full tankard.*
Thomas
Inside the inn, music filled it's walls. A woman, short black hair, wearing a rather peculiar outfit was by the middle fireplace playing a soothing tune, one that seemed to be sorrowful yet... Hopefully in a way. It was well played and more than likely was a song he never heard before... If he was one to listen to bard music.
Nathan
*The Nord visibly paid some mind to the music, looking over to the young woman playing it and smiled softly. He gave a silent nod of acknowledgement and turned back to one of the other patrons, continuing his conversation a bit. With a quick swig of the remaining ale in the tankard, he took out a handful of septims from his pocket and placed them on the counter. In turn, the innkeeper took the tankard from the Nord's hand with a nod, filled it with the contents of a bottle of mead, and handed it back to him. Honningbrew Mead, judging by the label on the bottle. Giving a simple thanks, he looked back over to the young woman by the fire, seeming a bit curious and walking over.*

"Say lass, you're not a bad bard. What sort of song is that?"
Thomas
She would be finished playing, getting some more gold coins tossed into her mug filled with coins.

"Hm? Or that? It was a song I made for a friend I met on my travels, I call it the Rejected Onion. It's a weird name for a song... But there's a long story behind it. One I do not have time to tell." She gave a rather vague explanation to her song.
Nathan
"Aye, that is a weird name. Though I have heard weirder songs that don't sound as pleasant as yours. Shor's beard, I played some myself when I was a bit younger. What's your story, miss?"

*He took a sip of mead from his tankard and pulled up a stool from the bar, sitting by the fire as he looked at her expectantly.*
Thomas
"I'm glad you've asked. I am Trisha Von Kameron... Of the Kameron Family of course. A family you may or may not know." She let off a sort of scoffed chuckle. 


"I am part of a power family in High Rock, but wanted to become a bard here in Skyrim, I say it's better than trying to run the family business." She added.
Nathan
"Hmm... Not very familiar, only heard the surname in passing. But music is truly special, it's an honorable lifestyle if you show it respect. There's plenty of milk drinkers who make everyone else look bad. I'm sure you know how it is."

*He shrugged and took another sip of the mead, smiling. Evidently he was enjoying this conversation so far.*

"I am Nothwulf Heavy-Hand, its been some time since I've had a fine drink with the good people here. I'm a knight, you see."
Thomas
"A knight? How interesting." She would check out his armor.

"Well if must know, my family runs one of the best wine business in High Rock. You might see a few bottles of Kameron Wine here and there in Skyrim. We rarely import here. But you're more of a fighter... We also run our own mercenary group. The Swords of Kameron are well trained warriors... Bodyguards mostly." She would again have a small laugh when she talked about her family.
Nathan
"Quite a large family then. I'm actually from Jehanna, right over the Druadach mountains. My family was quite famous here once, but that was a long time ago. Not much to our name, but we're still here, and we've got ground beneath our feet and roofs above our heads, so we've got to be doing somethin' right."

*Nothwulf looked into the fireplace, staring at the flames and listening to the wood crackle.*

"I see the benefits of wealth and influence, but I find modesty and challenge far more satisfying and charming."