"Woah, wait- ah! Hold on- what's the rush all of a sudden?" It was unexpected to Fendros that he would be dragged out of the tavern in any case, but with Lorag grabbing him by the arm, sounding a small amount of protest was all he could really do to resist. Once they were outside, they began at a brisk pace to the markets. Lorag gave his typical Lorag dialogue, but everything else wasn't quite right. With a confused and concerned expression, Fendros leaned himself forward slightly while they walked to look Lorag in the face. "Lorag, is something wrong? You seem on edge."

Meesei and Sabine wandered through the market district with their eyes peeled. A few things caught Sabine's eye, from the interesting to the downright exotic. She knew that she probably would find much to buy, but she thought that if the stall owners weren't too busy, that they might be ones to talk to. Sabine was unsure, though. She didn't want to anger them by talking all the time and not buying anything. In one portion of the street, a small number of people were gathered around something beyond Sabine's vision. Behind the people was the music of a stringed instrument playing. They walked on by without finding out who was playing the music, but Sabine noted it for later.

There wasn't much more walking before Meesei stopped Sabine and lead her into a building beside them. The door had a sign above it depicting a standing Argonian with a bag, paddling a canoe in the middle of some markings that Sabine didn't know how to read. On the door itself, however, was some Dunmeris that Sabine roughly understood to be "Tzik-Chiun Best Delivery". Sabine would have walked right past it had Meesei not pointed it out. This was apparently the courier.

When the door opened, it rung a small bell, much like Ariel's store. The storefront itself was slightly cramped in comparison to the rest of the building, but over the counter, packages, manifests, wooden pidgeon-holes, and strongboxes explained the purpose of reserving the rest of the room. Over the counter, a female Argonian with black and tan scales, as well as many spines protruding backwards from her head looked up at the two with a smile. [i]"Good day. What can I help you with?"[/i] She asked in Jel. Sabine stayed silent, neither understanding the woman, nor how to ask for her letter to be delivered. Normally Meesei did this kind of thing anyway. In the resulting pause, the woman made an awkward expression, then tried heavily accented Cyrodilic, "Um, can I be helping you?"