"It should not be too difficult, as long as we are consistent in what we say." Meesei added. "We do not need to give too many specifics. The Synod are cagey enough with outsiders that they will likely not expect details from us. We are after a cursed axe and are looking to negotiate a deal to purchase it. Everyone we ask about will be for that ultimate goal."

Lorag gave a single nod. "Me and Kaleeth can be the bodyguards. Might be easier to sell it later if we get on our armor. Janius could make a good battlemage, or somethin'."

"Indeed, though it is not likely necessary for now. And we should likely avoid crowding the bartender with too many of us at once. Sabine, Fendros, join me and we will question him." Meesei decided. 

Ahnasha chuckled, patting Sabine's shoulder before she stood up. "Don't worry. If you're acting like a Synod mage, just act like you're hiding your incompetence behind your Imperial authority, and you'll be fine."

The trio stood from the table and started walking up towards the bar. Most of the tavern paid them no attention, but the barkeeper easily recognized when others were looking for him, specifically. He was a close-to-elderly Nord man, mostly bald with a greying beard. He gave a nod of acknowledgement to the group as they approached him. "Everything alright with your drinks?" 

"Yes, your drinks are quite fine." Meesei answered. "We were just hoping to ask you some questions."

The Nord leaned forward onto his bar in silence for a few seconds, sizing up each of the members of the group. After a notable delay, he finally responded tersely. "Alright."