"Hmm..." Finley put down his knife and fork to cross one arm over to support his other elbow while he cupped his chin. "Well, the shop is called Novaroma. We trade there every now and again. It's run by an Altmer couple, Karinnarre and Suurootan, though I've not seen Suurootan himself for a while now, come to think of it. Apparently they've run the shop for centuries, even through the great war and the oblivion crisis." Finley sniffed and tightened his mouth, trying to think, "They've never seemed anything more than simple, friendly people. If they had any further connection to the clan, we would probably know about it. I can't say about any connections with Galsek, I'm afraid."

Next to them, a young Nord woman in hide armour leaned across to the pair. She clearly had the scent of a lycan. "Sorry to interrupt," she said slowly. Finley faced her and nodded, granting her some confidence. "I spoke to Isran and Alesan before we left. They were in Bruma before us and they mentioned they noticed Suurootan was gone as well. They didn't think anything of it, though. Neither did I."

Finley looked back to Meesei with a concerned expression. "Now, it's never good to jump to conclusions, of course, but by the sounds of it..." his arm lowered from his chin, "...well, it wouldn't be the first time there were hostages involved with our enemy."