Haskell handed the letter back to Alit, who placed it carefully in its original spot in her pack. The Winking Skeever it was, then.

By the time the door to Solitude's only inn was opened again, Alit was already pinching her nose shut to avoid the first and most overwhelming gust of liquor. She stayed by the wall and moved her hand away from her face to adjust to the heavy scent, her half-blind eyes darting around the room to get a feel for it and find the other Companions. Haskell already found himself a seat by a table, Jarett and Velan were by the innkeeper- what was name?- Corpseless, and Zazar was probably still out. Alit strolled on over to the Redguard and Bosmer, ignoring the presence of the bard nearby. "Find anything out yet?" she asked.