Daniel
"If you think I did it you're a fool. The idiot fell asleep at the reigns while we were traveling through a first and got an arrow put right between his eyes by a bandit." The woman would sigh and close the carriage door, before calling back to Sirdan. "Too the markets please, I'd like to see what furs are for sell."
James
"Onward, then." *He drove the carriage to the market, and then stopped in front of the fur and luxury garments sales,*"Fur garments, mhm?" 

The fur trader - a Macen woman in her forties, called out to the carriage,"Best furs in town, what are you looking for?" There were several pre-made fur garments - mostly coat lying around, and some scarfs. Behind the counter were raw, unprocessed pelt.
Daniel
A sigh could be heard as the merchant made her way out of the cart and in front of the saleswoman, the dark elf airing out her coat before she spoke her business. "What gloves do you have to offer, some lowlives soiled mine in the way to this city so obviously I'm in need of replacements."

Another sigh was produced as Wolf stepped past the Macen to browse the fur items, picking out one after the other to feel and gently tug on them whether coat, scarf, or whatever else she would study them until she came to a conclusion, nodding to herself and turning back to the woman. "Fine craftsmanship, if not already made, I'll take gloves fashioned out of the rarest material you have."