The main difference - though to Alex it mightn't mean much - is that the walls and towers they're climbing up to are designed to be defended. Right now there's the standard complement of guards atop them, keeping watch over the plains, the skies and the people passing under their gaze.

Just outside the start of the walls, though, are a number of tents around a couple of campfires. There's a small group of Khajiit moving around them, feline ears twitching in the cold breeze. Felix grins when he sees them and detours to the camp. "All right, stay close to me."

"Hey, Ri'saad!" he calls to one of the male cat-folk, who has particularly well-tailored clothes and thick brown fur. "How's business?"