"He'd have to notice you over two-hundred-some-odd-thousand other souls in this city. I would hope he had better things to be doing."

They head up the wide, covered stairs that lead to the next level up. The sounds of the city at mid-day echo around the walls.

"The one we're looking for is an Argonian. Scaly, with a tail. This is the Foreign Quarter, so that won't narrow things down as much as it otherwise would, but it's a start."