Meesei gave a simple nod to Finley as she made room for herself at the table. The tavern was more crowded than before, so she had to be more careful in conversation. Other non-lycans were sitting closer and more likely to overhear their whispers. If necessary, they could move somewhere more private, as Meesei was no longer as bound by time constraints. 

"Yes, I have. He went to the general store several hours ago, the one on an upper terrace near the keep. He is still there. You are in the city often, correct? What do you know about the owner of that store?" She asked, directly and quietly. If this owner was an agent of Vile, it was possible that some of the packs in the city might have noticed any of his or her strange behavior. Of course, it was also possible that Galsek was merely manipulating an innocent, or the agent was skilled at hiding their operations.