Lartia flashes him a grin, perhaps at the flicker of shock on his face. Maybe Jim fits in with Stratos more than he knows. "Oh, not you. Stratos can handle himself, that I know, and I want to find out what kind of man his baby brother is marrying."

"Aunt, you know if you want to talk you can wait until we're back in Cyrodiil..."

"Who said anything about talking? I can hardly hear myself sneeze in here. Finish your drink and I'll tell you where to go, nephew. As for you, Captain Jim, what'll you have?"