What a strange, strange man. "If you're offering." But first she's gonna work her boobs back into her dress, which takes some doing.

Ruby offers to give her money for the apothecary but she tells him in no uncertain terms that she is not a whore and he is not paying her for anything related to any of this. Instead what he will do is go to the apothecary himself on the morrow and bring her the morning draught, or else, which, fair enough, honestly.

If there is a spell over this inn that allowed all of that to happen it doesn't break immediately. After a while some people did decide to be more adventurous in what they're doing, and there are two couples in a corner making out, one moving suspiciously like they're trying for a somewhat less conspicuous encore of what Ruby and Elda just did, but no one has a sudden realisation that nothing that just happened made sense. Guard #1 excused himself once it was clear that Ruby was not going to do anything more to Elda, but Rina is still there at the bar.

Alright, Ruby's happy that no one's been mind-controlled into being okay with this, then. Watching that other couple fuck in the corner is almost enough to get him going again, but just almost, and after spending a little bit longer chatting to Elda and Rina he excuses himself and goes back upstairs.

(At some point it seems that the bard also retired for the night.)

(And Onmund is not, in fact, in their room.)

No, Ruby did not expect him to be. Not tonight, anyway.

He does sneak into their room a couple of hours later, though, trying to be careful and quiet as he takes the spot next to him in bed.

"W'lcome b'k," he mumbles without opening his eyes.

"...sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

zzzzzz

...heavy sleeper, isn't he. Onmund grins to himself, kisses the top of Ruby's head, and goes to sleep, too.

Erandur wakes before either of the other two, having gone to sleep much earlier, and goes to explore the city for a bit, talk to its people.

And once all three are awake and back at the inn they can share their tales with each other, starting with Ruby, though Erandur was there for most of it.

Onmund's conversation with the bard confirmed much of what they suspect, that Windhelm seems to in general be extremely racist against anyone who's not a human, and even non-Nord humans get looked at askance.

"He said that all of the Dunmer in the city are forced to live in the Gray Quarter, which is a specific district, but khajiit and argonians aren't even allowed to live in the citty proper."

"That accords with what I've found. Being a priest of Mara does not help matters, much, and I could not get very far with the locals, myself. I believe we should visit this Gray Quarter to learn more, but before that, it seems that Ulfric Stormcloak is to give a speech at high noon in front of the Palace of Kings. We might wish to see what he has to say."

"Let's go to the apothecary, first, I owe Elda a morning draught."

Onmund looks away and covers his smile with a hand. "There's one problem I'll never need to worry about."

"Yes, well, I regret nothing. Do you?"

"I don't, but we will see whether Arthor does."

"The poor man, will he even be able to walk?"

"Oh, he took me, not the other way around."

"Then I guess if he has any regrets they'll only be the philosophical kind. Which is a shame, the other kind is a lot more fun."

"We'll stay here a few days, who knows what'll happen."

"It really is such a shame that we're in public, because that made me really want to kiss you."

"You'll deal."