Robert
"Hm. Yes, I suppose the whereabouts of the wealthy's money is a hot topic in this city. Or, perhaps a settled one. I have kept up with the land's finances long before I came to Skyrim. As a sort of, pre-research to coming here. Very messy. Very convoluted. So many hands in so many pockets, and so many pockets pulled out to become empty, only for the money to be somewhere else."

Varis mauled for a moment, before he looked to Ra'zirr. "Are you a fan of finances and economics? I understand most people find it boring, but, the science of money has always fascinated me."
Anne
"I'm only interested in learning to make it then save it. I don't consider myself a fan but I use that simple routine to have a simple understanding of it."

He said explaining a bit of how he really doesn't care. Especially since his thieving ways are for the guild and not entirely for him.
Robert
"Hm. Of course. That's more conscientiousness than what most people are satisfied with. Have you amassed much, as a...?" His eyebrows furrowed a little. He had insinuated that Ra'zirr was someone who did odd jobs, but he had never received a concrete job description from the Khajiit. Nor had Ra'zirr gained one from Varis, but, with the Mage's inquisitive glance, it was obvious that the Dunmer was now curious to know.
Anne
"I would have to check. I won't know for sure but I believe it's roughly a decent amount. Roughly 5500 pieces for sure. I know it would be less but I won't know for sure.0
Robert
*Over five thousand septims?* Varis looked at Ra'zirr with a look of surprise. If the odd job only pays an average of ten to five septims per task, like this escort business, then... If he were to do this singular job, excluding all of the other small time jobs, he would likely be able to do it seven to eight times a day. Perhaps an average of fifty-six septims per day. Subtract that by living expenses, which, per day, perhaps five septims. Multiply over the course of each month, subtracted by wherever he might being living, which,

As Varis looked at Ra'zirr, Varis might suspect a small apartment? Perhaps close to the Ratways? Which might go for about five hundred a month? Perhaps his landlord would charge differently, but, per month, he would, maximum, make a thousand dollars. Add on top with clothes, taxes, additional expenses, fees for living in the city and taking transportation services, the replacement of shoes from walking all over the place, and... Well, it very well might take a decade to reach that sum of money! More, if he had dry spells without work throughout the month.

Thus, as Varis looked at Ra'zirr, his eyes narrowed. This Khajiit certainly was not native, and he likely was not noble. His jobs were limited, especially in Riften, where a cut purse or thief would likely take everything you were worth once a month. Perhaps even a week. Or even a Skooma Addict, stealing and selling for their next fix. 

The moment Ra'zirr mentioned how much he had saved, the Sorcerer looked at him, looked around, noted the scarcity of people in this street, and brought back up his field of silence. 

"An impressive amount. Now, *What do you do*?" He looked toward Ra'zirr, eyes narrow, very intent on an answer.
Anne
"Like you assume I do odd jobs. I normally live here in Riften but I explore out the walls. I also am one to deal with bandits and you know I like to add that to earnings. I rarely buy new weaponry or armor as I make this stuff myself or get the materials and ask for assistance.
Robert
A slight chuckle, "Yes, of course. Perfectly plausible. However, I have an eye for the age of Khajiit. A part of my upbringing, in the Telvanni Peninsula. You can be no more than twenty. Judging by the contents of your fur coat. Your apparel, while fine enough to believe was made yourself, would requires experience. Not too much, but also, not too little. Your speech, well groomed and well maintained. You say you do odd jobs, and yet, you deal with bandits? Add to your earnings? Bandits are rather scarce these days."

Varis smiled broadly, his whites visible beneath his black mustache. "You've tip toed around your profession very well, my friend. Though, even someone from a more lucrative backgrounds would have a hard time amassing that much wealth, let alone having places to keep it. Life is expensive, especially in this city, no matter how cheaply you choose to live."

The Sorcerer tilted his head. "So, please, I would like to know the truth."