Sabine frowned and scanned her alert eyes over the room. She had not expected the place to be as austere as it was. However, it made sense when she thought about it. It was easier to hide an illegal drug-trading establishment if it was small.

To Kaleeth's question, Sabine simply nodded without looking at her. She had spent enough of her life around the Cyrodilic language to distinguish its accents. Unfortunately, she was at a loss for anything else. They stood by the door for a few moments longer before Sabine turned her head to Colours. "Where should we wait?"

There was little enough space that wouldn't put them in close proximity with a prostitute. Sabine did not feel afraid of harm, rather it was a combination of fear of failure and discomfort with the looks of the employees that made her nervous. The way some of the patrons looked her up and down made matters even worse, despite her comparatively modest dress.