The orc woman shivered at Keldan's touch, letting out a the most unattractive titter known to man and mer. Seems like the wine wasnt enough to prepare her for this after all. "Oh yeah. Didnt break a sweat. Though they lack coordination, which helped me to my advantage." Maira remembered the drunk staggering fools who couldnt even tell their right foot from left, running around like chickens. It might have been the morning after their merry making that they decided to rob some random traveler in the streets. Maira could only nod her head at Keldan's words, freezing and turning red at their whole encounter. She could only understand much of what the woman was saying at that point, as Maira was just bewitched by her. But she understood enough that Keldan is not just some pretty faced bard, which Maira took a mental note of. 

But the moment Keldan turned to the group behind her, the jig was up. Maira shrunk in her seat as Keldan confronted the group. 
"Oh, uh, what are you talking about?" She smiled nervously, but suddenly realised that she already know, right from the start. THer was a brewing vile tension between the bard and this angry Velan fellow. 

"I agree with your dunmer friend" she tilted her head towards Alit "Wy dont we all take a deep breath and have another refill whilst we start over with our formalities yes?" she placed a hand over Keldan's arm, hoping to calm her down. "Who knows we might all get along, and maybe, I dont know decide to form a merry band together?" Maira followed up, partly out of desperation to join. Out of nowhere, the nord entered the party. He seemed to have been lurking in the shadows when the brief argument started. Maira has little interest in politics to begin with, so her knowledge of the Thalmor are limited to them being high elves and half of tamriel hate their guts.