Vistha sighed under his breath, seeing that the nord was clearly lost in her drink, he switched to their contingency plan, moving to a seat beside the door, he had almost seated himself when he noticed the thalmor,<span style="color: darkgreen">"Damn my luck."</span>he silently complained, noticing that his new seat was literally three feet away from the seat occupied by the altmer, who was also in the spot requested by his contact. He would have to try and reason with her, if she didn't filet him on the s pot. He sat next to her, clearing his throat calmly.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>