“Show me, then. In the streets of Anvil struts a man who fancies himself my enemy. He has gained possession of an item stolen from me long ago, and uses it to feed his swollen pride. Return it to me, and you shall have your reward.”

Felix’s head snaps up at that. “My Lady, I would gladly satisfy your terms, but for us Anvil is a very long journey from here. I… know that mortal time is not always of consequence for the Daedra, but I fear such a precious artifact will be lost to more thieves long before we reach it.”

Nocturnal tsks. “My, you mages have forgotten your craft. How fortunate that your friend knows his way among my paths. When you are prepared to face your task, step through the gate you so thoughtfully provided me. My servants will show you the way.”