Skellig also takes his leave - and true to his word, he does not pry into her conversations or her comings and goings as she heads off into the city. He trusts her ability to carry herself safely, and after all, she knows this city better than he does.

But he will work to change that.

And despite not being dressed in the finest of the things they have at their disposal, he is still dressed 'well' enough and it garners him a healthy amount of respect as he walks through the streets.

Ducking in and out of various stalls, conversing with merchants about their wares and offerings, he wanders. The variety is vast - goods and services, anything he could seek to find either available right there 'in person' or easily gathered, as someone knows someone who may know someone else...

It is after some wanderings deeper into the market itself that he finds himself outside of a stall that is full of various pieces of finely crafted beadwork, intricately worked and interwoven with gold accents. The variety of colors and the detail is what catches his eye initially.

It does not take long for his mind to overlay the image of what he is browsing to where it might be worn upon her body - lightly draped around her wrist, wrapped around her ankle, or delicately hanging around her neck...