With a growl he jumped of the wagon, not a big fan of wagons as he was.  While rubbing his ass cheeks he smiled bitterly at the driver saying, "That's as far as we paid, luckily..." At which the man only shrugged at him,  as if saying 'what a big pussy'. Stretching a bitter his stiffened body he looked again at his current companions,  a rag tag party they were... 

The BattleMage stole the lead jumping of first and heading alone to the local pub. The meeting place, eh? With a sigh he followed after but more apprehensive then his Argonian companion. Some might call him paranoid, but he had just landed in unknown  territory. Who's to say that this wasn't a trap of sorts. 

As he entered the pub, to his right the local bard was playing some song he didn't recognize. Skyrim special or even some personal composition, he guessed. Following Ka-Vara towards the counter to the left, Qa'Ra ordered as well, but in a les courteous manner. "A pint of ale for me..." Nothing stirred would be assasins or thiefs as drunken target, [i]Let's see if we can fish someone. [/i]

Maneuver: Checks out the in for possible traps
Action: Buying something to drink