Felix Caelus

Naugus flits with ease through the hustle and bustle, many forms lending a great deal of shadow for him to scurry through. He may impishly reach his claw to tweak a leg or tail here and there, Felix likely hearing surprised yelps from passerby, followed by that usual wheezing giggle.

Once in the bookstore, Naugus peers from his hiding place at the collection of tomes, peeking at titles, skimming the selection. Should Felix be watching, a hand sneaks out from the darkness to filch a book on the Daedric Princes, a few silver coins soon tossed out to replace it. This is all done behind the Orsimer's back, of course, and conducted in silence.