Two individuals, clad in black versions of the normal garb of the Nord citizens of Skyrim, sat at one of the outer tables watching everything. Appearing to most to be two travelers sharing a drink, the two watched as their target's new companion made his way over to the target. "Why do I feel like he is about to make our jobs a lot harder?" the man looked to his silent companion who merely nodded her agreement. "Ever the conversationalist," his companion just glared at him pointing to the scar on her neck to remind him why she was silent. The man at least had the decency to look embarrassed before he spoke again, "Anyway, should we interfere I mean they don't look anyway prepared for what I feel coming." His companion shook her head showing her disagreement before motioning for them to wait and taking a drink. "Wait it is then, I just hope he doesn't start something that even we can't finish," as he spoke he rested his head on his right hand looking toward their target and his companion.