It wasn't a bad wine, though perhaps the year could have been a bit better, was a bit too tart for his taste, but alas that happens in the wine making process. Still for the body and taste of it, minus that tartness, he was pleased with it and the price he'd dropped for it. It wasn't as if he had much to worry about when it came to money, the Dark Brotherhood paid well, and though he was still relatively low in rank, he'd jumped fast once his training period had been over, and his coffers were overfilling at times. Plus, he lived in the Sanctuary, so house and living expenses were non existent. His weapons had cost a pretty penny on the other hand, he wasn't quite at the level of forging Daedric goods, and so had had to invest in a traveling and infamous blacksmith that was trying to covertly pass through Falkreath. He'd made sure to bully the man into admitting who he was and creating weapons for him, as well as training him a bit, he of course had paid the man and let him go on his way, he wasn't unreasonable, just determined.<br/><br/>Beautiful weapons, two Daedric Daggers and another two Daedric swords, created specifically for him. The blades for his right hand were a bit heavier and made to tear flesh as it was ripped out of a stab as well as sustain blows, the left ones were more lightweight, made to be swift for a surprise blow, to get in out of one's defenses quickly. They are as obsidian as his own skin, inlaid with powdered rubies along the side, a large one in each hilt and the edge tempered with powdered and smooth diamond dust. The man had been hurried, and so the quality had suffered a bit, but it they were by far some of the best weapons in Skyrim.<br/><br/>He'd had special enchantments placed upon them, since he had no talent for the matter. The left of each set was imbued with the Soul Trap ability, as well as a life draining enchantment, though not the strongest of enchantments, they wittled down on opponent and crippled them rather quickly if allowed to get in quickly. The right of each set was set to do freezing damage, locking up movement and muscle work as well as a secondary to demoralize an opponent with each strike of the blade. Daggers hidden in his sleeves, and swords on his back, they were more than concealed by the outlandish and large noble clothes. They were as subtle as they were deadly and he made sure that at all times he wore the ring which allowed him to detect life at a whim as well as the necklace which created a potent resistance to all magics. All in all, no matter what he looked like, he was more than prepared for danger, or even a impromptu assignment.<br/><br/>He had noticed the Altmer enter the bar and she, like himself, looked out of place, though she bore the typical Altmer arrogance and contempt for her surroundings. No trace of his own irritation shown through at the idea that this was indeed his new partner. He detested the Altmer, for all their arrogance and superiority, they were no less trash than the rest of the sentient races on the planet. It was their race which had brought needless destruction and chaos to the whole of the lands, though they considered themselves vaunted and superior.<span style="font-style: italic">Nevertheless,</span>he thought to himself as she slid into the seat opposite of him,<span style="font-style: italic">I have to play nice with her, and who the hell knows. She might a considerable less of a bitch than she appears.</span><br/><br/>He eyed her for a moment before speaking, taking in her appearance, "you would assume right if you're the traveler from Riften that Sister tells me I'm supposed to be meeting with."