Erin
Sirdan simply stayed passively on top of the carriage, not doing much. 

"Plenty - we have ordinary clothes - fine cotton oven mittens - but I presume that's for servants, so let's go for the fashion items.." The woman walked over to the gloves section,"Here we have fashionable silken gloves - this particular color and pattern could complement your skin, miss." 

Then she pointed at the fur gloves on the upper rack,"If you want the rarest - there's this pair, four gold - made out of imported beaver felt - waterproof, of the highest quality."
Daniel
"Then I shall have those, please do fetch them for me, I would hate to get a splinter from all the poorly milled wooden beams around this retched death trap of a city." And Wolf would wait letting her demeaning tone linger over the conversation, and assuming the gloves were handed to her, she'd pay the meager sum of 4 gold and climb back into the carriage without another word to the merchant. Instead opting to shout to her new driver for their next location. 

"Now Sirdan, do take us back to the inn please. This was all I needed for today... After all I can't do proper business if I'm not dressed properly."
Erin
"Of course, of course, madame." The woman said, taking the gloves and wrappping it nicely - putting it in a pair of carved box for storage, and then took the gold. "Thank you for your busiess, madam."

"Understood." The pretty faced elf said, as she climbed back into the carriage. He peeked back to ensure she is seated properly, and then drove the carriage back to the inn. 

"CHA!" 
The way back was quite shaky, but the two arrived at the tavern without any issue. 

Presuming the lady dismounted first, he would park the carriage in an appropriate place, before returning inside the inn for any further business.

"Anything else Madam?"
Daniel
Of course Invola would step out of the carriage as soon as possible, slipping on the fur gloves as she stepped out and sending a small smile up to her driver. "Not at all good servant, you may continue galavanting with your summons however you wish." The dark elf would then make her way to the entrance of the inn before Sirdan could make his way off of the carriage.

"If you wish to ask any other details about your current contract, do meet me in my room and we can discuss said details in whatever length you prefer." And then she'd dissappear into the building, wasting no time to make her way up to her previously arranged room.
Erin
Sirdan replied with a forced smile to Invola - her constant verbal abuses were a bit too much for him to stand. He parked the carriage near the stable, and handed the horses over to the stable boy. He gave them a gentle pat on the back, and then walked back to the inn after Invola disappeared.

"Well, that's that then." He shrugged, heading inside the inn for a hot meal and cold ale. Afterward, he met up with Invola to talk about the contract - and departed for his own daily affairs. 

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