Zavros barely paid attention to Ganaki. His eyes narrowed slightly at the arrival of a Dragonborn.<em>Something sure isn't right here,</em>he thought. The woman was beautiful, to be sure, one that the boys in town would have undoubtedly ogled all day, tell tall tales over how they'd bed her, and completely ignore everything else. But mother had learned him better than that - everyone had a face, and everyone had things hidden beneath.<br/><br/>And Suura wasn't even trying to hide the sinister smile. He didn't know what was going on, but Zavros already smelled a rat in this deal.<br/><br/>A deal that he still had to observe. He ignored her jibe, simply responding, "I do present this bounty as tribute." His way of speaking was always strange. Like any old boy of the coast, he'd speak in a strange slang and drawl that the city denizens could hardly understand. But when the situation called for it - another thing to thank mother for - he could speak very clearly, and all city-like.<br/><br/>As it was, he spoke with a moderately deep voice, carrying a decently pleasant baritone behind it. Standing up to his full height, Ganaki would have to look up - and strain her neck in doing so - to see his full height. He was calm, but he held a hand on his hammer's hilt. Even if they saw that as a threatening (or laughable) gesture, no smith would be parted from his hammer anymore than a guard from his sword.<br/><br/>"Everything is in order," Zavros continued, speaking again in the civilized tone of the city. "Inspect as you like. The Tellsons always been good for the harvest and the tribute." A prickling feeling was itching at the edge of his senses, as if something was telling him today was not going to be a normal tribute...