Tagorn let out a smirk before he brought his flask back up to his lips. He took another long swing of the small container before he reluctantly pulled it away from his mouth. He wiped away a drop of whatever drink he had kept in the flask, which was a suspicious crimson color, before he reopened his eyes that seemed to have become a even brighter shad of gold. "Less he minds the smell of burning Khajiit I think the lad should be fine." The Wood elf said with another smirk before taking a final swig from his flask and putting it back in his boot. He then leaned back further into the shad as if he was preparing for bed. "Though he might want to avoid the noble district for awhile."