Ghosting the Bosmer and the Redguard continued on a more direct path. Fendros and Lorag kept even more distance as they followed as the number of pedestrians thinned around them. By their own caution, and by a proportion of luck, they followed the two to a spot obscured by a few surrounding buildings. The buildings surrounded the local well of the district in a tiny square. Judging by the pair stopping and waiting there, this was likely going to be the meeting place. Waiting around at close proximity was not going to be an option, so Fendros and Lorag had to situate themselves across the street from one of the alleys into the square, keeping under the shady eaves out the front of what appeared to be a closed cobblers shop. The low light hid them well enough, and they could peer into the alleyway to see what the rival pack would do, but they had to strain to hear anything.

There was no activity for a while. The only thing they could see was the Redguard occupying himself by rolling a septim coin over the top of his hand and talking occasionally with the Bosmer, who was out of their sightline. The topics of conversation weren't really relevant to the hunt itself, more to do with recalling some kind of troll hunt. It made Fendros realise just how many similarities he spotted with their tones toward each other and that of his own pack. They had different personalities, sure, but the resemblance was uncanny. "I hope we weren't being watched like this, or are still," Fendros whispered.

It was then that Fendros detected a new smell in the area. It had traces of something he recognised. "Is that...?" Fendros started.

"Hey Janius," Lorag whispered casually. Some footsteps sounded behind Fendros and he turned around with his hand on his sword. He relaxed as Janius raised a hand, then put a finger to his lips to quiet them all. As they stood and watched, another member of the rival pack marched into the alleyway that lead to the meeting square. A woman, an Imperial, or a Nord, Fendros couldn't tell from this distance. She was tall and strongly built, wore leather and mail armour and a large sword in a sheath across her back. "Quite the looker, isn't she? A shame that we're rivals." Janius whispered with a smile.

The Redguard and the Bosmer greeted the tall woman with familiarity. From what could be gleaned from their words, the woman had thought she found an informant, who then tried to run with her money. She hunted the informant down and found out that he knew nothing before she knocked him out. Or did she kill him? Fendros missed that part.