Peiter scratched his head, obviously confused. "I'm...not really sure how you go about talking to a tree. Or thinking with them. I'll just have to trust you on that one. At least you were able to get what you needed out of it. Lycans so often have problems with their memories, I wish we could give that solution to them all. Tzirret, I know he doesn't really like to talk about it. He doesn't like to talk about a lot of things, but I think it relates to his turning. He always skirts around that topic in conversation. If I had to guess, his caravan was attacked by werewolves. The same thing happened to me and, well, seemingly half the others in the clan. Tzirret was a lot younger than me when it happened, though. We just have to support him however we can."

Once the Argonian woman exchanged the bottle for a pouch of moon sugar, she returned quickly. Kaleeth just wanted to get out of the place quickly, so she had counted out the correct amount of coin during the wait. The two made the exchange, then the woman motioned towards the door to the back room. "Would you all still like a private room?" She asked.

Kaleeth shook her head. "Oh, no. I...don't think that privacy will be needed for just moon sugar. We will probably just go." She answered.

The Argonian nodded, thankfully believing the excuse. "Of course, that is fine. But, if you ever find yourself with the coin, you know where you can find us." 

The three started to leave, though Colors could not help but to turn back and give his own farewell. "I certainly regret that I could not engage in your services today, my dear, but I promise you will be the first person I talk to next time I return."

Kaleeth left immediately with Janius, allowing Colors to catch up once they were out of the building. She clutched the bag of moon sugar tightly, and overall seemed unsettled. Once they were out of earshot of the guard, she finally spoke up. "Did you know it was going to be like that, Janius?"