Dax had ever been aloof and dangerous, but he did glance at Kris and followed her insistent pressing. He placed the bowl of broth to what one might consider 'lips' and he began to drink. Great gulps of air, liquid, and meat were swallowed every few seconds. It seemed very much like an alligator opening its throat. By the end of the guzzling, he finally picked up the spoon to stick it in his mouth, loosening some chunks caught in his moderately sharp teeth. 

"Yesss, I do feel better." He admitted, and placed the bowl and spoon down. Elga and what few patrons she had in the common room had been watching, but the show was over. He had the bread in a far more mannish fashion, biting off small swathes of the wheat roll and chewing with his mouth thankfully closed. The hunter's tail twitched lightly in small joy at his belly being filled. "I often am not fond of most Landstrider cuisine, but this did it for me. I had forgotten how long it had been since we had eaten." 

"And where do you two come from?" A Nord asked, leaning on the back of his chair. He was an older man with a greying bushy beard and even bushier eyebrows. There were two bronze braids that framed his hearty facial hair. 

Daixanos raised his gaze up to the man and waiting a few moments before saying. "Darkwater Crossing." 

It was the only place in Skyrim he knew of that had a reputation for having some Argonian settlers, though he was certain he'd meet some more eventually. The Nord looked to Kris and met her gaze for a moment, and then he shrugged and decided it was none of his business. If Dax could smile as a man would, he likely would have. Many people thought the Nords isoloationist and hard to get along with, with some even accusing them of racism. Though in Dax's experience, all peoples had those problems. 

The Nords were much like the Argonians in many ways. Distrustful of outsiders because they have been persecuted in the past by invaders and interlopers. Tough people in a harsh land. He might not like any of them, nor they him. But they had his respect if nothing else. 

"How long is the storm supposed to last?" an Imperial asked down past the first firepit. Dax would like to know too, even with a full belly he felt somewhat annoyed at the snow piling up outside. 
[@Penny]