Reynik looked over the stores of Markarth's market with avid curiosity, the items for sale were much different then the ones in Riften and he found himself looking over everything he was allowed to touch. In the end he used what little gold he had to buy an ebony ingot, very high valued metal that could build the most beautiful and powerful weapons.<br/><br/>Not far from where he stood, a small group of warriors were talking to a bard, it seemed like a large detachment of stormcloak soldiers were heading there way. Personally he had never had a problem with the stormcloaks, being raised in Riften he had been raised to know that the stormcloaks had been the good guys.<br/><br/>Glancing over at the group talking he noted there weaponry "you wont beat the stormcloaks with those weapons" he looked at them with a cautious expression "there blades are of a higher quality and there armour is built stronger, i have nothing against them but i don't quite agree with there methods either, i can upgrade your blades if you like?"