The girl held the loupe in her hand loosely for the faintest trace of sweat beaded on her fingers and the palm of her hand. The instrument was proving to be hard to hold in the damp grasp and she desired to wipe her hand on her breeches, but refrained for it would look peculiar, yet she could use the excuse of a warm day. ...<em>anything to ease the discomfort</em>... Her hand met her pants, dried her palm and ignored the elf as best she could for the time being.<br/><br/>Anxiety raced though her. The desire to grab the necklace and run, flee from the elf, from the city guard that meandered through the throngs in the market area, and although it would be simple enough to do something made her suppress the urge. She remained steadfast and carefully examined the diamonds; clarity she was looking for, yet she was distracted by the pendent which was pear shaped and weighty. It was more than a carat, and suspiciously, the girl peered up at the elf who shifted from foot to foot, and looked suspiciously about his being. Only then did it occur to her who he was, and her eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>Only a few years had passed between them since they ended their<em>partnership</em>, and although elves rarely physically changed in that slight time, his  hair was longer, paler, and tied up instead of loose and cascading. The girl straightened and studied the elf to make certain of her memory. Only one man had those colour of eyes, and her fingers wrapped around the necklace claiming it for her own.<br/><br/>“I am certain it is of the finest quality, yes, agreed,” The girl said in the same gruff voice and suspiciously gazed about her. No city guards were in sight, and she leaned close to the elf so that her words could only be heard by him.  “Which nobleman's wife offered the pretties to you?” The girl asked, her voice her own, and then she whispered his name.  “Gilran.” Idisa smiled at him, one that was a little too confident.