Taking a sip of ale from his mug, Thorin kept looking around for possible potential members of Dovahfeyn. So far, he had no reason to be suspicious of Lugdush and Scatha, and he had no choice but to trust them as of yet. Scatha had an enjoyable personality and seemed to like talking, whereas Lugdush seemed to be calm and silent for the most part. As for the ale he was drinking, it was one of the finest ales he had in quite a while. He was relieved now that Scatha and Lugdush actually decided to meet him in Whiterun so that they can travel together. However, Scatha had one small add-on to the idea. Hence, he asked Thorin: "Thorin? Wouldn't it be easier if we all traveled to Whiterun together?"
Thorin leaned over in response: "Does that conform to your work duties?"
"Of course!" Scatha waved his hand aside: "I can close my store at any time I want. It is not something to worry about, honestly."
"What of you, Lugdush?" Thorin asked, looking at the Orc.
"Well..." Lugdush started responding: "I have one shipment of weapons to a warrior, but I will deliver them soon. It will depend on the length of your stay, because I assume you came with intentions to sleep."
"Yes, I have." Thorin said. He then felt a need to share with Scatha and Lugdush what he encountered in Riften: "I've met with a merchant named Brynjolf in the markets in Riften. A fun man, but I cannot comprehend what he sells to the people. Falmer blood elixir..." he laughed mockingly.
"Hold on." Scatha said to him: "There is one thing I know about Brynjolf and you don't, Nord: he is part of a little undercover organization in Riften."
"You speak of the Thieves Guild?" Thorin asked through a whisper, in slight shock. He did not want to speak the name out loud, in front of all the people in Ivarstead, as he may jeopardize his own well-being that way.
"Aye. Brynjolf was friends with my father. He took care of me when my father was arrested, so that I would have enough skill to survive in the world. I only got acquainted with alchemy some years after that, and I learned some things that only the Thieves Guild knows." Scatha replied, but just then, he saw someone enter the inn, and someone peculiar among regular folk that pass through Ivarstead: it was a Bosmer woman. Immediately, she caught the Argonian's eyes, as he thought that an elf wouldn't come to Ivarstead without a very good reason. He had a slight whim that she was curious about the dragon slayers as well, and he nudged both the Nord and the Orc: "The Wood Elf."
Both turned their heads to her, and looked on, but well enough so that they aren't noticed immediately by her.
"What of her?" Thorin whispered.
"She might be here for the dragon slayers as well." Scatha replied through a whisper.
"How?" Thorin asked dubiously.
"A Wood Elf would not come here without a very good reason." Lugdush responded.