Walking through the street's of Markath, Marven was keep an eye on pretty much everything that was brought to his attention. Arguement's, Shop Owner's selling their good's, and even listening in on conversation's. He had alway's had a way of keeping himself to himself and looking Relatively uninterested, though his ear's and eye's could often alway's pick up on something interesting now and again. It was usually the way he found his work: Listen in on conversation's, and when he heard of someone needing something done, he offered his service's, regardless of what the Task was (to a limit, of course).<br/><br/>As he walked, Marven's eye's couldn't help but be slightly drawn to another Human. His eyebrow raised as he saw how little clothing the Female wore, Although he somehow doubted it was some common wench making herself look easy...something told him that She was loosely clothed for a VERY good reason.<br/><br/>And then There was the Dark Elf Who she was conversing with. Rare for a Nord, Marven didn't really have any issue's with Elven kind. He'd taken job's from Elves before, Some good, some not so good. To him, People shouldn't be judged by their race, but by their individuality.<br/><br/>His suspicion's about the scantily clad Human were confirmed as he was walking past, Overhearing her as she spoke of 'Gold-heavy Contract's for a poor bastard's Death'.<br/>"...Well You'll be waiting in the back of the Line Sweetheart. If anyone's going to be Lining their pocket's with Contract Money, I plan on making it Me." He spoke, although he didn't turn to face either Female as he just stood there, waiting to see how they reacted.