Marven turned to this Argonian Bard of sort's, raising an eyebrow at his rather Flashy Attire, COmpared to his Rather Basic and Crude Leather Armour which he was Donning. He listened to the Bard's word's, a bit annoyed at the way he was putting a Sing-song spin on his sale's pitch. He'd never been the fondest of Argonian's, even with his preference to trust in Nature rather than Race.<br/><br/>"...Argonian, These Ladies speak Sense. As Opposed as I am to doing battle with Stormcloak's, I'm still a Sellsword, and I am drawn to the offer that would produce more profit, and I just don't see how a Bard like you can possibly have more to Offer than a Jarl. If you CAN top what a Jarl could offer us though, then you may have my interest...so, what're you putting on the Table?" He asked the Argonian Courtly, crossing his arm's and looking at the Marsh-Dweller.