It's all novel to Felix, save the woman in charge, who radiates matronly authority even before she swoops in to greet them. Felix does his best impression of a well-mannered Cyrodilic boy and bows slightly when she turns her attention his way. He has the feel of being sized up (possibly for dietary deficiencies).

"Thank you. And my name's Felix, ma'am- I mean, Nana." He looks around the interior curiously, not resisting in the slightest as she ushers them toward a table. "Er, I'll just have an ale or... whatever's usual."

They're a long way from the inns he knows, but frankly he's content with almost anything that isn't mead.