"Lorag, where do you think-" Fendros was stopped by Lorag's hand covering his mouth. "Shut up for a sec, would ya?" Lorag muttered almost inaudibly. Likely at a level impossible to hear for any passers-by. They had followed the other pair of lycans for a few minutes, trying to keep up with them amongst the people who hadn't yet returned to their homes for the day. Lorag spotted an opportunity in an alleyway near to the group and waved for Fendros to follow as he ducked behind the alley wall and listened around the corner. The pair they were following had slowed their pace and they were walking while talking. There was a small window of opportunity where Lorag listened in.

"Should we even bother with the gate guards? We can't be sure that they'll just arrest us for trying to pay them for information." The Redguard asked.

"I was just thinking the same thing," the Bosmer replied, "Halmar can ask the guards himself if he's so lax about it. We should just head to the meeting spot and if no one has found out anything, then we can risk asking those bonemold-clad uptights."

"Hold on a moment..."

"What is it?"

Lorag and Fendros both held their breath, if there was a sudden unwelcome gust of wind, it could compromise them on the spot.

"... Nothing. There are so many lycans in this city now you'd think they're marking their territory with how the wind is starting to smell. Let's go."

The voices faded as the two continued on their way. "Probably not the smartest thing to do in this weather, let's not do that again," Lorag said quietly after enough distance was between them and their targets.