When they found the music again, Sabine's curiosity as to its source was renewed. There were just as many people gathered around, so she had to wander until she could find a gap and squeeze her way though to a point where she could see. It was times like these that she wished she was taller. She managed to get a view without too much trouble, and she beheld a male Redguard sitting on a crate playing a lute. He looked slightly older than Lorag, and had only a short carpet of black hair covering his head that was beginning to grey. His clothes suggested no particular wealth or poverty, but his music was enchanting. It wasn't strumming alongside prose like Imperial bards, but rather, melodies that seemed to flow without an end. People on the edges of the gathering came and went quickly, obviously having other business, but Sabine stayed staring and listening. The musician glanced up and saw Sabine staring, but simply gave her a quick smile before his eyes returned to the frets. The song eventually approached an end and the people around the man clapped, most tossing coins into the small wooden box that Sabine hadn't spotted until then. Remembering what Meesei said, Sabine frantically fished out a coin and squat down to place it in the box as well.

Once the man began to play another piece, Sabine looked either side of herself and found a girl who looked about her age, except Argonian. After a nervous swallow, Sabine considered speaking. Would it be rude to speak while the musician was playing? Maybe if she whispered it would be alright. Still, it took her a few seconds to get over the anxiety. "Um...excuse me?" Sabine said quietly to the girl, "Who is this man?"

Successful in pulling Lorag away, the swindler pursed his lips and put the ring back in his pocket, walking off to find another mark. "Lorag, who ever said you were useless? You're acting strangely. What on Nirn has gotten into you?" Fendros himself didn't know whether to be angry or confused until the pieces fell together in his mind. "Wait..." Fendros raised a hand, angled his head, and creased his brow, "What do you mean 'not yet'?" Fendros became worried that Lorag was covering up some kind of condition that might not have been affected by lycan disease resistance. Aging crossed his mind briefly, but it was hard to imagine Lorag succumbing to that. Whatever it was, it was causing Lorag worry. Even if he didn't like admitting weakness, it was showing. Fendros' expression became less cross and more sympathetic, "Lorag, if something is going on, you need to say it."