"That's him, yes. He's from a couple of centuries in our past, so, ah, I'm trying to be careful how much information goes his way." He's terrifically nonjudgmental though. Felix finds it a tad unsettling.

"That sounds lovely. Most of our cities have public gardens, but in a place so packed..." he brushes his fingers over the dense grid of street lines, "it must be terribly important to have somewhere that isn't paved over. Somewhere everyone can gather. Are there many performances there? I take it you have your own college of bards? Or performers in general?" He's been in Skyrim too long - there are other kinds of musician, he reminds himself.