Debbie
Sa'varni was going through a bit of a phase. He was wondering if all this Permanent Borrowing he was doing was really up to par morally. Last time he was in Whiterun some loudmouth priest had given him the lecture of his life, and, much as he hated to say it, it was kind of affecting him. He did not want to be a Bad Person! 

So he decided to temporarily switch to an alternative method of earning money; selling stuff!

Most of his supply was colorful rocks he'd found beneath a bridge and painted to look pretty and labelled Good Luck Pebbles. He sold those in the Riften marketplace early in the morning, when hopefully people would be too sleep-addled to give his claims too much consideration.

Today, he had set up a lovely little stand made of rotten wood in the corner of the marketplace, by a big tall banister he used as cover when it rained, and watched Riften's main thoroughfare closely. Surely there'd be someone out there he could target!
Deborah
*New visitor? This was the first time Sharjo attempted to enter Riften, his tail swaying as he pulled his hood down from his cloak. Being quite imposing for his 6'6 height. As well being accompanied by his companion Bear-dog Mavoska. He'd carry a sling of deer pelts and antlers, with some packed on Mavoska side*

**"Too far of a trip... Sharjo will travel less next time Mavoska.."**

*He would chuckle, giving it head pats. Entering the market, glancing about. Adjusting his shoulder sling of animal products to check it out, finally scouting the Fur Trapper. Swiftly approaching, setting the sling down on his booth*

**"Sharjo has wares? Interested in buying?"**

*Sharjo would say, as his Bear-dog would sit next to him. The dog gazed toward the other Khajiits booth. Staring directly at him*
Debbie
Sa'varni saw that dog, and the first thing that came into his mind was "AAAAH." 

He hated dogs.

But he hated poverty more.

So he slid on all casual-like in the direction of the fur trapper. Sa'varni didn't like that guy, the fur trapper. Once he'd called Sa'varni out for taking six leeks from the grocer across the market, and he'd gotten in loads of trouble. So Sa'varni felt nothing at all about stealing his customers.

He approached the Khajiit with the dog and tapped him on the shoulder real subtly. 

'Sala kha'jay, friend!" He said quietly. "You really should not do business with that man, he'll scam you out of house and home! You should work with Sa'varni! Sa'varni has, um... A very great interest in... Furs, or whatever. Yes?"