"He told me you were in trouble with a friend. That you lost something that didn't belong to you and that you couldn't ask me or your brother for help because it would be 'upsetting' for us. That was literally it."

There's very few places that could have that kind of history for Jim and Stratos. Even less in Cyrodiil proper. Felix didn't get to see them get nearly eaten in the marshes after all.

"Of course I was going to assume it was--" Jim swallows roughly and shakes his head. "You were in so much pain when I found you..."