Two Rivers Isle Absinthe is the aphrodisiac of the self

She knew her! Lady Luck was guiding him today. He had found some traces of information of his sister's whereabouts. His hopes were low when the woman approached, but this changed everything. His expression changed from smug to gleeful, a betrayal of emotion he would otherwise hit himself for. But he let it slip. Yes. You know her? Or where she is?

Her answer was dashed in the wind as the silver male charged forward, docked tail raised in a hilarious impression of dominance. The male knew something about his sister; Miraak saw it as he gazed cooly at the snarling amputee. But he wouldn't press any further. He was outnumbered and in unfamiliar territory. The male bowed his head slightly towards the pair. As you wish. He started to turn away in the opposite direction, Thank you for the information, milady. He practically melted into the shadows, wondering where he should turn next. Lingering here for long wouldn't bring him any information, nor would it be beneficial for his health. What to do next...