Calen decided a quick stop at a local tavern would help her navigate. After arriving, she ordered herself one of the local liqours, a dunmeri drink called Matze; a favorite of her parents and other Morrowind-born living on Solthsteim. No taste besides the bitterness of Alcohol. Calen was not surprised, she didn't expect much more. She just took sips of the Matze while looking around for anyone who might have some info for her. 

It was then that she caught sight of something, a map to be more specific. Tilting her head, she easily was able to catch a glimpse. It was indeed a map, and the owner of it was, to her great surprise, Altmer. 

Calen was surprised and perplexed, what would an Altmer be doing in Morrowind? The immediate suspicion was Thalmor, but the young Morag Tong had learned by now that simple looks can be deceiving. She knew that not all Altmer supported the Thalmor, but she was slightly suspicious of the distinctive boots and gauntlets. They were of the Aldmeri design. 

However, she needed to make her way to Balmora, and it was much better to go with a partner than alone. Especially with the conditions of Vvardenfell. Even if he was Thalmor, she was more than capable of taking him out at the first sign of trouble, as her training with the Tong had ensured.

She pulled up a chair next to the Altmer, not sure if he noticed her coming from the side while he ate.
"This your first time to Morrowind?" she asked him, not quite kind enough to be suspicious, but gruff enough for him to take her for a local.