Mark
*A print shop. Owned by Valeria Curio. Rumour had it, the great granddaughter of Crassius Curio. Or maybe just a common name. But reports had been plaguing the guards about "Suspicious activity". But it was in a somewhat wealthier area, and perhaps it was just overcautious nobles. But it was still worth investigating.*
Anthony
He steps into the shop, taking a look around, inspecting the stock and whatnot. "Nice place you got here." He says, "Never got a chance to actually take a look around, I do remember hearing about the opening, though."
Mark
*A small argonian was seated behind a counter. She wasn't in a maid dress but it was kind of evident what the purpose of her being there was. There were a few other customers.In a case by the counter was a book. The First Edition of the Lusty Argonian Maid. But most of the books here were normal. The sound of a printing press methodically whirring came from the back room, and a conversation could be heard upstairs. A woman and a man. You couldn't hear it clearly.*

"Huh? Oh. Welcome... You... You're new here?"
Anthony
"To the shop, yes. Riften, no." He says, approaching the counter, "Riften Guard Captain Regulus Verus, I need to speak to the owner." His tone is serious and unwavering, "Now, preferably."
Mark
*The argonians pupils narrowed and she stood up.*

"Oh... Oh um yes! Of course! Just a moment."

*She went upstairs and got the Owner.*
Corrina
*She came down. She had on a red dress and a circlet. But she had a sly look at all times. She was holding a book. Feyfolken. The other voice which they heard wasn't present.*

"Is something the matter?"
Anthony
"There have been reports of suspicious activity, I'll need to take a look around your business to make sure nothing is amiss." He says, "I assume you have no issue giving me a tour of the place?"
Corrina
*You could see in her eyes her going over everything in her head.*

"Yes, Yes that's fine. Moka... Please stay at the counter."

*She set the copy of Feyfolken down on the counter and opened the little door up.*

"Come through please."
Anthony
He nods, following, "So you do printing here? Making books and whatnot?" He asks, "Don't see a lt of printing presses in Skyrim."
Corrina
*She opened the door into the back room. A khajiit and an imperial were working the presses.*

"I originally printed in Balmora. I'm sure you know who my great grandfather was. Perverted genius."

*She moved to the presses showing them off.*

"Feyfolken has been popular recently, but Crassius' works are always profitable. I'm sure you know why."
Anthony
"I'm familiar." He says. He might've even met him, he couldn't remember, though. "Feyfolken... That's the one about the Quill, right? A supposed artifact of Vile?"