O-oh. [And his head whips around again, looking at the street.] Did - Is she um. Here?

[The horses in Skyrim are notoriously stoic. Melius couldn't ride one to save his life, but the thought of one of them being rude and angry is terrifying. Then again, most things are, to him.]

Y-yes. I don't um - I don't think spears have been used for a long... a long time. Outside of um. Black Marsh? [Where, technically, Argonians are from, if their names aren't Melius Senyan.] So this um. This will be the best bet?

[He holds out a bottle. This one a golden yellow color.]