Nyxon turned around, his face becoming more apparent despite the hood. He looked like any normal argonian ( 4th era, northern Tamriel) except his face was a bit smoother. His jaw and his nose seemed to equeally dominate his snout, his nostrils protuding up ever so slightly, in the way a dragon's would. He seemed to be perfectly calm, holding a small leather-bound book. He tucked it away as he began to speak. "It's quite allright, didn't even notice ya 'til you spoke." he replied, politely nodding once.