Aerin
Aerin walked in and would grab a table for the other two. He laid down his arments and would take off his helmet, setting it off to the side.

"Ugh... My neck." He groaned.

He would then wait for the other two to enter in.
Neyna, the Gentleblade
The Dunmer would walk in and grab a seat, looking around. She glared at Aerin for a bit, before her red eyes glanced around the room.
Aerin
"What?" He raised a brow.
Neyna, the Gentleblade
"Nothing. I'm just tired and hungry..." She gave a quick answer.
Aerin
He wanted to press more on about it, but just shrugged. Tapping his fingers on the table as he waited for a barmaiden to take their order.