Malithus was briefly surprised when Fendros directed his attention to him. "Oh, we'll follow your lead, sir. I've no better plan. Sounds like we might need to be careful about whoever we follow, in case they're not who we're looking for. We should probably make sure that whoever seems the least...out of place are the ones that follow them."

Colors shrugged. "I guess it's possible that someone might buy neither. But, probably not that likely. Like I said, most people who go to her are there for the sugar, and the next biggest group is looking for trinkets. On the bright side, no one you follow is going to be the type to report you to the guard."

"What does moon sugar actually smell like, again? Or skooma? It's been a long time since I've been in Elsweyr, and I haven't run into it anywhere else really." Kaleeth asked. 

Without hesitation, Colors reached back into his pack and, after a few moments, produced a small pastry and offered it to Kaleeth. "Here, this has moon sugar in it. Pass it around to everyone so we know what we're looking for. Skooma smells kind of like that, just a lot harsher."

Kaleeth raised her brow towards Colors. "And you just have this with you?"

"I'm...prepared." Colors remarked. 

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Evermore was not the largest city the pack had been to by far, but it was a respectable city. It was a walled city, with a fairly impressive gatehouse through which they entered into the city proper. It showed its Imperial influence in its architecture, though it was not entirely like a Cyrodilic city. Breton styles were by far the most apparent, compared to those of the Orcs and Redguards that also inhabited the city. The buildings were a mix of stone and wooden structures with tall, sharply angled roofs. It was crowded at the current time of day, but Malithus had been to the city more than enough times to be able to guide them to the inn that Colors described. Naturally, the black market dealer did not establish her business in the most affluent part of town, so they had to make their wait into a lower class area. Again, it was not the worst slum the pack had visited, but there was a certain sense of danger for being foreigners in that district. 

Fortunately, the group was not wearing expensive clothing, so they did not seem all that out of place when they made their way into the inn. It was actually a fairly large and old building, perhaps from a time when the district was a bit more prosperous. There were tables both in the main room with the bar, and more upstairs on a balcony area that overlooked half of the main room. The inn's rooms, meanwhile, were in the basement. Colors took care of renting rooms for them, after which they offloaded the majority of their bags into the rooms. There was no guarantee they would even be staying for the night, but even so, they had to rent enough rooms so as not to be suspicious. Three was enough that they could share rooms between seven people and not be too uncomfortable. Heading back upstairs, they left Shurgrag downstairs to guard their belongings from any would-be thieves, just in case. 

They had to pull a chair from another table, but they were able to find a table in the main room to accommodate the six of them. Though, they would most likely end up spreading more across the room soon enough. Once they were all seated, Colors gave a subtle motion towards a door just to the right of the bar. "Over there is where I heard she operates from. Anyone going in there is probably buying from here. Keep your nose sharp." He whispered.