Zarna decides to give the kobold time to strike the deal with her soon to be traveling companions and take advantage of the chance to explore her first underdark market. Closing her eyes to center a bit and adjust to the noise and bustle she places a hand on Rue drawing a little calm from him. No one was going to be stupid enough to pick the pocket of a woman with a dire wolf at her heels. She takes a longs slow breath in through her nose savoring the scents of spice and silk and steel. Somethings at least did not change she thinks with a smirk.<br/><br/>Opening her amber eyes and having caught sight of the silk merchant she decides to investigate his wares. If she was going to pass herself off as a full blood drow she was going to need to look the part. Her simple clothes with their green and brown shades wouldn't do, they made her origin far to obvious. She thinks back recalling how her mother described the dusky purples and vibrant gem like shades that females of high standing wore back then. Likely as not she would be able to choose from the wares presented or if the merchant seemed honest she could request a recommendation on the styles of Shalehollow before departing. From there she could browse the jewelry counter, who knew when she might come this way again and have the chance to see what kinds of enchantments people of the underdark used on their trinkets. It didn't hurt that the man browsing there looked interesting either. He reminded her of something she'd read in a book of stories a long time ago and she couldn't resist striking up a convesation.<br/><br/>Eyeing the argument at the potion shop Zarna decided to give it a fairly wide berth. If she happened to pass close enough she could always attempt to over hear what was being said. After all Taeri had said her caravan were dwarves. It wouldn't do to have one of them beat to a pulp. They might decide not to go and then where would she be?