<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jo'Shaar Zahiir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>White Run; Arcadia's Cauldron, later Bannered Mare<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lucretia, Open<br/><br/><strong>"Some grounded monarch butterfly wing in the mixture, and a pinch more of blisterwort. Hmm, yes, the color's right, the smell is right. Mm, perfect."</strong>Smiling confidently at his creation and looking at the feline face reflecting of the vial's surface, Jo'Shaar walked over to the lady behind the counter as he spoke in a respectful tone.<strong>"This one has finished the task, the potions have been brewed and are ready to be sold."</strong>He kept a polite smile on his face, reminding himself that this was mostly for practice. Nothing was worse than to fall out of practice.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmm, well I'll admit it, you have a good nose for potions Khajiit."</strong>She saw his race rather than him, but Jo'Shaar didn't take offense. Skyrim was a country of Nords, and far from Elsweyr. Still, the land was beautiful in its own way and though its people might be a bit harsh at times, he found himself enjoying it regardless.<strong>"This one thanks you, its always good to be recognised when one seeks to improve their skill and help both others and themselves."</strong>He smiled a bit while waiting, until the woman finally counted down a number of gold coins. Watching them closely, Jo'Shaar smiled happily and bowed his head after gathering the coins. It wasn't that much, he had only sold a few potions, but considering the shopkeeper let him borrow their own alchemy station to do so Jo'Shaar was not going to argue about that.<br/><br/><strong>"Here you go, come find me if you ever need potions or ingredients."</strong>Her smile was polite but Jo'Shaar simply nodded his head, smiling back briefly and heading out. Seeing a guard eyeing him made Jo'Shaar feel a bit of annoyance riled up.<em>'I guess they still think I stole that sweetroll. Can't figure out it was one of the kids but blame it on Khajiit, they're all thieves anyway, huh? At least its just a couple of numbskulls.'</em>He felt glad at least some of the guards had sense, although the couple that didn't seem to consider him worthy of walking amongst them did yank him at the tail, metaphorically.<br/><br/>Making his way to the Bannered Mare and checking the coins he had received from the merchant Jo'Shaar was about to step to the bar when he heard a comment from the Imperial at the bar, making the crowd tense up. Not exactly a good idea to ask that, Jo'Shaar thought briefly, before deciding to try and calm things down a bit as he spoke up.<strong>"This one thinks all Nords are born looking ready to fight, and lots have weapons made, companions and heroes that come and go. This one thinks its because the fine smiths here have made things that last."</strong>He knew it was an excuse more than an answer, but hopefully it would soothen the air a bit.<br/><br/>Jo'Shaar made his way towards the bar, before looking at the woman behind the counter, pulling out some coins before he even spoke, not wanting to be asked how he was intending to pay. Maybe she wouldn't have, maybe she would have, but the Khajiit had come to think a person relaxed when they saw a Khajiit had the coin to pay before he made the order.<strong>"This one would have some mead."</strong>