Ariel curled her lips in thought, then replied, "Well, it doesn't have to be on nostalgia. You might just find something by having a browse. Come, let's find a book stall." Ariel moved her fingers, gesturing for Rukeewei to follow her. They didn't have to walk far before they found a covered stall with a number of books on display on the counter, spine up and stacked in a few rows. It wasn't clear whether it was run by a local bookshop or a travelling merchant, but a green Argonian with orange flecks across the sides of his face seemed to be constantly busy haggling with various customers. The stall wasn't well sorted, but it made for an interesting mix of titles. Ariel spoke to Rukeewei as she looked across the titles written on the spines, "I can't say I'm a ravenous reader, but there might be something she might like."

Being so engaged in helping Rukeewei, Ariel almost forgot that Sabine was following her closely. Sabine could only read Daedric runes well and Cyrodiilic partially, but she looked through some books as well. Tracing the text with her finger slowly if she was having trouble making it out. The third book that Sabine picked out was one that she read the title of, then handed to Ariel. "Oh, Sabine, has this one caught your eye?" Ariel asked. Sabine's eyes didn't tell her much, but Ariel smiled and took it to have a look for herself. It appeared to be the first in a series of drama novels that followed the political intrigue of a fictional High Rock noble house. Ariel looked back Sabine and saw her pointing to Rukeewei. "Ah, do you think this will make for a good gift?" Ariel asked again. Sabine nodded. Ariel skipped the question of when Sabine might have read such a book and turned to Rukeewei. She still looked at the book's first page, though. There was a problem. "Er, Rukeewei. My sister here, Sabine, thinks this book might be good, but..." She showed Rukeewei the page she was looking at. It was covered in lines of Daedric runes rather than Imperial. "It was written in Morrowind, I think. Could she read it?"

Fendros clapped along with the crowd at Ahnasha's success. Part of him felt sorry for the Bosmer, but he doubted that he would have a hard time replacing the necklace with how easy Ahnasha made it look. "Nice shooting," He remarked to her with a very amused grin. He lifted the necklace that was around his neck to get a better look. Up close it didn't look nearly as impressive as the Argonian jewellery they had seen, but now it had a memory attached to it. Even though he wasn't normally one to wear necklaces, he thought he would keep it on for a while. "Thank you," He said modestly, putting his hand on the back of her head and kissing her forehead, "I love it almost a... tenth as much as you." He said, smiling mischievously.

As they walked away, Fendros took Ahnasha's hand. He wondered what they should do next. "I would suggest trying out some of the other sideshow challenges, but we'd probably either extinguish our own pride failing or get barred from playing them after a short while." Fendros laughed, looking around the square, "I think those Khajiit tumblers are putting on a show over there, want to watch?" Fendros pointed to their left where a crowd had formed around the troupe they saw coming into the city. Fendros hadn't seen many troupes of this kind, but what he remembered was always impressive.