The noon day crowd shifted back and forth, a normal market day and time that was filled with a bit more travelers than usual. The civil war seemed to have sent people careening more towards spending money than usual. War was always such a money maker for the economy as it had always been, he wasn't quite sure why the Imperials liked to bitch so damn much about it, it was making them insanely rich. Most people didn't pay attention to him, though a few curious glances were passed to the Dunmer with a noble's clothing on his body. The gold and red silk brilliantly brought out his almost glowing eyes and onyx skin, and for the most part he was passed off as a visiting noble from a different land. Dunmer in this land were servants, peasants and fighters rather than nobles, it was the only explanation they had for him and he was content with that.<br/><br/>He picked up a ring, the only one in the whole display that didn't look like a shoddy piece of workmanship and critically eyed it. It was rather beautiful, made from what he could see was pure silver, a ruby, emerald and sapphire set into it with a spiralling design of tiny diamonds around the set. From what he could see, the jewels were as pure as the precious metal and shone beautifully in the light. He turned it side to side, noticing a spiral, almost tribal esque pattern etched into the side and throughout the rest of the ring that wasn't touched by the gems.<br/><br/>His eyes flit to the nervous shopkeeper, he didn't like his goods appraised so throughly it seemed, "how much?"<br/><br/>The man licked his lips nervously, "for that piece of fine workmanship? 1500 septims Sir."<br/><br/>He scoffed, "the design screams of Forsworn design, high in their hierarchy no less. I doubt you," he gazed at the man's pale and flabby body, "went out to get this yourself. As a matter of fact, if you didn't get it from some poor hunter who stumbled across it and paid them a pittance, I'd be shocked."<br/><br/>The man looked side to side, "I assure you, as with all of my work, it is well worth the price."<br/><br/>He cocked his head in disgust, "please. All the rest of this work is shoddy and mismatched, no real effort or talent went into this which from the smell of old ale on your breath, is because of your lazy drunkeness. There's no detail work on these, no passion for the work, just a fat, lazy and lying Nord trying to make a quick few septims off of idiot nobles and adventurers who don't know any better."<br/><br/>The man held his breath, "900."<br/><br/>He narrowed his eyes, "try 600, probably six times what you gave the poor bastard who brought it to you."<br/><br/>A crowd was beginning to pay attention and lean in close to catch every word and the shopkeeper was beginning to panic, "600 then sir, only for the greatest of nobles."<br/><br/>He smirked and set the money on the counter, putting the ring on his hand before turning away, he did so love getting what he wanted. He slipped through the crowd, just another noble going to get a drink at the Inn, thankfully it was a considerable less foolish with their goods and prices. They set the bottle of wine down on the table, chilled and he slipped the server the 15 septims, 10 for the bottle and 5 for a tip, he might be a hired killer, but he wasn't a jerk. He poured himself a glass and waited patiently for what was supposed to be his new partner, whatever the hell that was supposed to mean.