Sarrina's body shifted towards the soft spoken manmer. His lack of nordic height, muscle , and choice in beverage already worked against his claim, but his willing to speak kept her ears perked. “This miner even been out of Kynesgrove?” she thought. A smirk appeared as her eyes followed the milk that was being served towards the miner. The innkeeper on the other hand, raised an eyebrow, then placed his hands on his hips as he burst into laughter.<br/><br/>"You can't be serious... The lad probably hasn't left the town of Kynesgrove." The innkeeper said harshly. Laughter echoed through the inn bringing other nordic males to chime in.<br/><br/>"Hey milk drinker? You mind showing us your skills with that pickaxe of yours? " the heavy set male said. The comments made by the drunken  folk  of the inn were ignored by Sarrina.<br/><br/>"Aye, I am. The land's of Skyrim can be harsh for a traveler these days. I had no attention hiring a miner as a companion, but I've seen men like the mead head over there go down after one hit so as long as you can be of service. I may take you up on the offer. " Sarrina sighed, keeping her gaze on the manmer.  "What's your name Breton?" Her arm rested on the counter as she finished the last of her mead. It wasn't a surprise that others in the inn started to turn their heads towards the two.