Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150830164226/@comment-29559990-20150831003427

Meanwhile, in Riften...

Ja'Keil wheeled his massive cart of assorted items through the main gate, ranging from worthless sacks of ingredients to beautifully crafted armors and a wide array of jewelry. His inventory gained a good amount of glances and stares from passer-byers, each one wondering what this Khajiit was doing with all those things. Perhaps a treasure hunter, looking to redeem his items? A theif attempting to hawk his merchandise before he's arrested? An erran boy, even?

Ja'Keil brought his large load of items to the center of the marketplace, and stopped. He wiped some sweat from his face and took a few boxes from the large cart and stacked them ontop of each other.

"Ladies and, ughn..." He grunted as he climbed to the top of his boxes. No one heard this, however, so he grabbed his voice projector (Megaphone, basically) made of maple wood and brought the small end to his mouth. "Ladies and Gentleman, May this one have your attentions for just one minute!" He boomed, his voice reaching far across the city.

The market patrons were inclined to turn and listen to the Khajiit, much to envious glares of the other merchants. Soon, a crowd began to form around Ja'Keil's cart.

"That's it, That's it, Gather round! There's is room for all!" He spoke, waiting for people to get into the crowd.

(If you would like to join the crowd, nows your chance.)