Lorag was definitely hiding something, that much Fendros knew. However, if he wasn't going to be open about it, Fendros didn't know whether he really wanted to press the issue. For now, Fendros just looked forward again towards the markets. If Lorag continued to behave oddly, or drag people around in an unwarranted fashion again, Fendros would have to try again.

On the way there, Fendros noticed as many eyes on them as on the way to the tavern, even a gang of cheaply clothed young men talking in the street all turned their heads towards them. Lorag seemed to be a good preventative measure, though. No one gave them any trouble. The market itself wasn't difficult to find once they retraced their steps to the main road. It was crowded enough that they probably wouldn't spot Meesei and Sabine if they were around. "Was there anything you might be looking for while we're here, Lorag?" Fendros asked while they walked. Given how conflicted Lorag looked with his money at the tavern, perhaps he was saving it for something else.

Before Lorag could respond, a jumpy figure came up in front of the pair; a dark-green Argonian man with a wide grin. "Excuse me, did you drop this ring?" The man spoke in practiced Cyrodilic and presented a silver ring between his thumb and his forefinger. Fendros gave a shallow and frustrated breath. This was a scam that had made the rounds of Cheydinhal and other Imperial cities for years. It would only end up with them being accused of stealing the ring. Fendros started to move away, ignoring the man.

Sabine approached the counter and ran her finger across the words of the form. There wasn't really anything special that she had in mind, it was just a letter. She looked at Meesei and shook her head. "Just safe delivery," she mumbled. Without thinking, Sabine picked up a quill from the counter and slowly wrote [i]Ariel Montgrave[/i] in the first field, but then let the quill hover over the next one. "Meesei, what do I write...?" She pointed to a field labelled [i]Address.[/i]