Bryony

She walked away from the smithy with the bundle of glass weapons. The smith was too easy to manipulate, she got all this equipment for under a thousand gold. She loaded her mule and began to walk out of solitude. She looked back and smiled at the apprentice smith. He smiled back, his face flushed. This was almost too easy. But as she left she saw a shadow sneak in the bushes. She knew what this was, it wasn't the first time she had seen it, and it wasn't going to be the last.

She knew the kahjit trading caravans weren't pleased with her, but going to the point of sending an intimidator was just unnecessary, so she acted like she saw nothing and continued. Of course, she knew. When she began to walk, the shadow followed, all the way to dragon bridge. There she set up camp and began to flash her wares, purposely targeting the barracks. She tempted many a guard, and racked up a few thousand gold, still having a large supply of items.

By the days end she was packing up what she had, four dozen glass arrows, an ebony bow, and a glass bow. But of course she kept the best for herself, a dragon one dagger kept up her sleeve, sharpened to a razor point. Then just before she left her tent, she turned and took out the dagger, just in time to meet the kahjit's blade.
"I'm here with a warning" the kahjit whispered, so as not to alert any guards.
"of course you are, I know of Ri'saad's activities" she replied.
The kahjit gave a small laugh, and sidestepped, but Bryony grabbed a hold of her wrist and twisted, forcing the Elven sword out of the kahjit's hand. She took the moment of shock and lurched forward, her dagger reaching her opponents throat.
"send him my regards, now go find some moon sugar and get out"

Gen

She saw the raised battleaxe, and dashed forward, having her blade meet her opponents forearm, but before much could happen, a ward spell blocked the impact. She saw the young high elf was casting it, and turned to look at her, with frustration beyond compare
"I suppose you want to help him murder us!" cried Rose
"This is no murderer, look at him, if he were to try and kill us, he would have thrown his battleaxe and drawn the greatsword on his back, that would have eliminated one without giving complete disadvantage. Am I right?" Annie asked, looking to the Nord with a confident look.
"aye, I suppose I would have done that, if I were tryin ta kill all of ye. I was initially goin to stick mah axe in the table and announce myself, but apparently that was impolite, so I'll skip the introductions. Oh and another thing," he said turning to Gen "if you draw a blade on me again, it decapitate you and see how far I can throw your head"
"you try that, and I'm afraid it won't be me decapitated." she replied
"oh cocky, sorry but that's my job" he declared as he sat down.
"I will stick my bl-"
"Kynareths sake, shut up or I'll have to poisin both of you till everyone gets here" said Rose, knocking an arrows with a green sheen on the tip.
Conversation ceased after that.

A half hour passed, and no others arrived. No one had a clue what was going on, or why they were here. Zeera and Annie had a ranged attacking competition, Gen and the Nord, whose name turned out to be Leon, we're sparring, and Rose set out to return all the stuff she had pickpockets from each of them. No one had a clue what they were doing, or why they were here.
Another half hour passed. They traded stories and legends, Leon's humble, but most likely true, Rose claiming to have tricked two dragons into killing eachother, still probably true, but when Gen claimed to have killed a daedric prince they stopped talking. No one had a clue what they were doing, or why they were here

Then a new arrival showed up

Leon
As the newcomer walked in everything was silent. The only sound was his boots on the floor, and when Rose shot a fire rune set by Annie. The newbie looked at her sullenly then sat down by Annie. He was a breton, tall, yet not giant, lean, but not muscled.
"judging by e fact that your the high elf, I take it that was your fire rune." the Breton asked Annie
"Yeah, that was me, what's it to you?" she replied
"Well, I assume I'm here to be the attacking Mage of the group"
"Annie already has that job" said Rose, protective of her friend.
He set a fire rune a dozen meters away. " shoot that and compare the power of it compared to her" he replied.
Rose got up and shot it. She was forced back onto her chair when the blast rose a dozen meters. He and Annie threw up a ward, but the force was still incredible.
"Hm, maybe your right" said Rose, fixing her hair.

"Of course I'm right, I've trained with the college of winterhold with her for years, I know her skills"

Annie's face flushed. She knew Jamie for a long time. He had excelled in all that he did when he came to the college. Despite claiming to have no training he was already adept in destruction magic and an expert in conjuration. It was only a matter of time before he became a master conjurer, and he constantly summoned two thralls as 'guards'. Leon didn't trust him. Annie was one thing, she was a master healer, and he had great respect for the school of restoration, it had saved his life many a time. But this guy had an aura of destructive power around him. Not the soft gentle magic used by Annie, one designed for harm.

"Now let's get down to business." He said.