Tucked away in a corner is a small round table, lit by the flickering light of a lantern hung above. Behind it sits a human woman in travel leathers, her boots propped up on a chair. At Jim's appearance, he raises her eyebrows over the drink she's draining, only to spit it back into her mug when she sees Stratos behind him.

"Ma'am," Stratos says as she splutters. Jim can feel the man relax beside him. After all their traipsing across Tamriel... "I'm glad we've finally found you."

"Great Stendarr's balls, nephew, how did you get here?" She's coughing, but through it she snorts with laughter as she slings her feet to the floor. Despite the poor light, the Avitus family resemblance is plain to see, from the dark hair curling around her ears to her petite features. "Come on, come on, sit down before the chairs are gone."