Ajax was enjoying his walk, drinking in deep the sights of the city around him. He'd come to enjoy the city of Quinza. The temperature was fine, and being a hub for trade meant that you could find all manner of exotic goods and luxuries if you knew where to look. His funds from home had served him pretty well, and he was having a great time.<br/><br/>This morning he'd chosen to go out for a walk along the street. He enjoyed walking - his looks were not nearly as exotic here as they were back home, and he actually fit in surprisingly well. As he walked down the street he gave Aeran a quick glance as she worked, wondering what she was unloading. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw a cloaked figure move towards his wine delivery, and he quickly moved to intervene.<br/><br/>Clapping his hand on Davor's back, Ajax spoke, his voice deep and sonorous. "A bit late there, man. That wine is mine, and not for sale. Of course, if you can appreciate a fine vintage you are welcome to share a bottle with me. It can be rather hard to find people with nobler tastes in this city."