<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=15098.msg603072#msg603072">Quote from: Jynx on May 13, 2008, 04:45:39 pm</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>It was a rather busy day in the market place. Merchants hovering out in the streets trying to move out their merchandise to anyone who seemed to perk interest as they passed by, and even to some that didn't seem interested at all. Children played, running through the streets, woman gossiped as they normally would, The Market was a buzz with many different people.<br/><br/>Gilran made his way through the crowded market place, looking about as he did. His long Silvery hair was back in a pony tail to keep it from his face. He had long pointed elven ears, that protruded through his hair. His face was slender and rather handsome. His deep blue eyes seemed to glisten in the sunlight. He was dressed in simple clothing, A brown leather tunic, a simple white shirt and brown pants.<br/><br/>Gilran pushed his way through the crowd until he reached a merchant. "Sir..do you have a moment, I desire to make a sale." He reached for a pouch on the side of his belt, and from it removed a rather stunning diamond necklace. He kept a tight grip on the necklace but he rose it high enough for the merchant to see. He smiled cheekily as he showed it to the merchant, "it would bring you a pretty penny...how much would you give me for it?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>The girl had watched the merchants in the market area for days, had dallied through the crowds as a supposed shopper; noted their wares, she did, and the currency that was exchanged. The chink and tinkle of coins always sent a rush of heat and excitement through her, an electrical sensation which pulsed and beat throughout her thin form, sent a shiver of live within her, and truly, she could not help but to acquire the said coin. With exceptional skill, the girl could lift money from a pocket, and when bored, she would<em>acquire</em>collectable items of various assortments, give them to her fence to sell, but now, she dared her ability, pressed it, and there she stood behind the merchant's counter disguised as a man.<br/><br/>The full beard that she had attached to her face itched, and she did not know if it was the glue or the hair itself, and desperately she tried not to scratch at it with her slender fingers with the square cut nails; a hangnail made one puffy and irritated. The clothing she wore was of quality, hues of tan and navy, and undergarments of padding were draped across her flesh to fill her out in the appropriate areas, and lessen her feminine figure.<br/><br/>When the elf approached, the girl was appraising a silver necklace with an amber pendent, and little heed did she pay to him until the sparkle of a diamond, brilliant in the sunlight, gleaming with perfection, caught her line of sight. She offered the elf a smile, and before she spoke, the girl appraised him and wondered what sums of money or trinkets he may also have on his person.<br/><br/>“Indeed, good man.” The girl said as she tried to make her voice gruff. A velvet she unfolded, placed on the counter between them, and blinked at the elf. Would he notice the absence of the guards? She risked it.  “Please, my fellow friend, to appraise it I will need to see the entirety of the necklace.”<br/><br/>The true merchant, gagged and bound, rested under the counter completely out of eye sight, but a muffled moan escaped him. The girl's boot pressed against the merchant's head to silence him, and she coughed.  “An exquisite piece it looks to be, Sir.” She added, hesitantly.