Valerion stared at this newcomer with interest, an Argonian adorned in robes, it appeared that he had little in terms of weapons or armour, so it was a simple suggestion that the Lizard was a Mage, or practised some, sort of magic, otherwise he was in the wrong place.
The Lizards slit like eyes peered at Valerion, obviously trying to deduct something about who he was.
But in the end he turned and started looking through books that were lined across the walls.
He evidently wasn't a social man Valerion thought, so he had to talk first it would appear.
"Greetings!" Valerion said raising his glass.
"Are you here for the Dovah Feyn?" 
Valerion stared at the Argonian intently wondering if he'd regard Valerion with a response.