Felix Caelus

Felix isn't concerned for their own safety, per se. Quick eyes have already taken surreptitious stock of them as they step up to the fire, making note of likely skills, hiding places for coin and blades alike. Stereotypes aside, there's fair reason for this. The guard in her steel plate armour is, perhaps, the quickest to size them up.

"Slow, too slow for such a cold day." The caravan leader's voice is low and well-spoken, despite the feline growl beneath them. He takes in the both of them as he looks up, tail giving a gentle twitch. "So, the Imperial mage returns. Have you come to sell, or to buy? Or to share some news of the roads, perhaps?"

Felix shakes his head. "It's quiet out there today, but we weren't on the Markarth road." He gestures to Alex. "And I've gold for you this time, not steel. My friend here could use some clothes for a pilgrimage. Perhaps you have something to suit him."