After an aggravating ride through the sultry savannahs of Northern Elsweyr, the caravan finally arrives at the central gates of Rimmen. You get off, thanking the coachman with a few gold coins. The capital of Anequina is teeming with catfolk of various bestial complexions, making occasional men or mer stick out like sore thumbs. Your unsuccessful attempts at asking passersby for directions catch the attention of a particular female Khajiit. She chuckles, amused, and beckons with her clawed paw