"People are like that, when they're alive and well," Felix says cheerfully. He enjoys this: the sense of bustle and activity after hours - or weeks - alone in the wild.

He steps back smartly as a couple of children run past, the Redguard girl laughing as she tears after the boy, jeering, "Don't be such a baby, Battle-born!"

Felix makes an absent note at that name but doesn't pay much heed. He's got something else on his mind, waving at the tavern sign. "Let's start with the Huntsman here."

There seemed like far too much of that inter-clan stuff at the Bannered Mare. Not a problem for Felix, but given his company he'd like to keep the game simple.