Fendros had the back of his mind pondering on how to handle a quarry throughout the afternoon. By the time the wealthy-looking Breton left with whatever business he had, Fendros curled his finger at the group and leaned in. "He'll be wary. Everyone, come with me. Malithus, Kaleeth, stick with me. The Rolaan, you're with Sabine and Colours, follow from the other side of the street. Follow my lead."

Part of the plan was to simply follow a quarry back to wherever they lived. They did not want to cause an incident with the guards while knowing nothing about their catch.

The group filed out, onto the street and immediately began to shadow the Breton from two different groups so as to avoid spooking him. The groups were organised with at least one person knowledgeable of the city in each of them. They kept their eyes peeled for anyone else that might be following the man, lest Vile's hunters or any Thalmor were on a similar trail to them. Occasionally, Fendros would gesture for the other group to circle around the building blocks to better keep track of the man. If he, for some reason, decided to seclude himself in a place where he could be privately cornered, Fendros kept the option open to surround him.