The man would simply sigh toward Vesvesa, " This artcraft can only be done by Dvergar race. I am A dvergar. ", he added simply with a cold stare as he shook his eyes softly. Looking at it while his eyes searched the crowd for a potential buyer of the jewellery. This room contained many drunken fools in hopes of seeking pleasure with one of the ladies. Perhaps he could get them to foolishly buy the jewellery for one of their favourite girls they like to shag. He wasn't sure if he would succeed till his eyes landed on Velvania. The half elven woman looked rather appealing to him. Well, many women did but he looked toward his golden jewellery than at her... Perhaps a such woman would like to be spoiled by buying it cheap he wondered. He slowly shifted through the crowd to approach the woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange"><b>Hello Miss. Would you like to do a Dvergar a favour hmm?</b></span><br/><br/>He asked with a gentle tone yet a dark one. Seemingly the voice had been Growing dark over the years of inhaling the smoke of blacksmith productions. He soon looked around to face her once more.<br/><br/><span style="color: Orange"><b>Buy this Golden jewellery to decorate your beautiful neck for... Six golden coins? </b></span><br/><br/>He said six since it was perhaps five coins if melted down and reforged into proper coins. For now he needed coins to buy a drink of Dvergar Ale which was the only drink he could even Think of buying in this pitiful city that was made of thieves and hookers. He shuddered a bit within his armour. He preferred when he had the opportunity to hide away from the crowd of the upper world in most of the abandoned cities and structures from the ancient times.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>