Guard2: Pfuh. Couldn't pay me enough.
Guard1: Whaat? You soft belly. The bears have got these new muzzles with underslung cheek spikes. Heh heh. Last time I was there... Heh. There was a real eye gougin'. Heh hoo hoo.
Guard2: Nah. Naaaaah. It makes me sick. When I was a kid...
Guard1: Huh. Suprised your even in this job. (High pitched girly voice.) Ooooh the blood it turns my poor tummy.
Guard2: Shut up ya taffer! You want blood? Ya shoulda been there years ago. I tell ya, the bears then... They were sumthin' ta see. Those bears they didn't need no cheek spikes or razor collars and paw hooks and all that knifery they straps to em now.
Guard1: No paw hooks? Whud they do? Just... bump into each other?
Guard2: Hah! Naaaaah. Tha bear back then? They had claws as long as yer finger! And wicked teeth!
Guard1: Bears? Yer taffing me. They look pretty mangy and harmless. Long as they're not wearing harness.
Guard2: That's why I can't stand the pits now! You don't know what you missed. They just don't make bears like they used to.
Guard1: Woah! Killer bears. Whuda liked ta see that.
Listening to this was completely optional, but it was there, and it was fantastic. Skyrim needs small talk of this caliber, none of this mudcrab nonsense.