"Alright, Helen. Just one basic ale." He sighed, setting the coins down. Whiterun had a supply of fine argonian ale, but that was quite a walk from Helgen. He wasn't a fan of the roads in Skyrim. Too cold and hard on his scales. Not nearly warm, soft, or wet enough. Still, he gave a smile as she set the drink down on the counter. 

"Thanks." He took a sip of the drink, and looked around the inn, hoping to find some new faces. His hunting could only take him so far. There were several ruins nearby, and he wanted to see what could be found in them.