Raising his eyes to look up at Lorag, Fendros took on a legitimately worried expression. As far as Fendros was concerned, Lorag had admitted that he was going to die soon. He didn't know how to react to such a thing, or whether there was even anything he could do at all. He needed to think. He started to walk out of the alley and resume their search for books or advice. The silence between them was palpable in the air.

Searching through the market stalls did not yield much. There were plenty of books, but not a single one on babies or children. Before long, Fendros surmised that it was probably a more specialized subject, so perhaps they would have better luck in a larger bookshop. They found one nearing the middle of the market, with a sign above with some Jel script around a scroll. Walking in, they found none other than an Altmer woman behind the counter writing in a ledger. She looked up at Lorag and Fendros curiously, but didn't greet them. Fendros walked up and placed his hands on the counter, "Greetings. I've been looking around all day with no luck. I was wondering if you had any books in stock on the subject of nurturing children. Babies to be precise."

With a slight surprise in her smile, the woman stood up taller than them both. "I believe your bad luck ends here, I have some books on the matter. Is your wife expecting?"

"Actually, the birth was a few days ago. I thought we would be able to get advice from friends, but travelling around Black Marsh...well, Argonian children are raised differently."

"A Dunmer family travelling around Black Marsh. My, that's a new one. My congratulations to you, all the same." The woman walked around the shop to a particular shelf and pulled out two dusty books, then brought them to the counter. "This one is a primer on taking care of the health of an Altmer baby. It may not completely carry over, but you might find it useful for a Dunmer child. This other one is written by an Imperial nanny, it is more to do with raising children through their first decade. I believe it to be quite versatile."

"Thank you," Fendros took the second book and skimmed through the first few pages. This bookstore owner didn't seem unbearable like most Altmer, even though she sounded just as foppish as any of them. Regardless, some credit must be given to any High Elf that would make a life in an Argonian city. So far, this nanny's book seemed useful.

The woman turned to Lorag while Fendros took a look through the books. "Can I help you with anything, sir?"

Sabine smiled and pointed to where Meesei was standing, "You would like Meesei, she also likes history and old ruins." Sabine considered taking Reads to Meesei, but first, she angled her head to one side curiously, "But, why can't you be a scholar?"