"That's right." The elf gives him a friendly nod, apparently unfazed by his odd manner of dress. He bends for a moment and fetches out an Imperial-style bow with its sturdy, smoothly-carved frame. "We don't just serve mead to our fellow hunters here: we offer supplies for when they head back out. Bows, arrows, light armor and weapons - whatever you need."

"When it comes to hunting, no-one knows the craft better than a Bosmer," Felix says easily. It's both compliment and a bit of explanation for Alex's benefit.

Elrindir chuckles. "Have you an interest in hunting, my friends?"