In a bustling city, one illuminated by the beautiful sun, many people circulate through the busy market to take in the sights and barter for items of all sorts. Today, you find yourself among the crowd, looking for whatever you may need.

However, you notice a Half-Elf near one of the stalls, looming over it like a perching vulture. He's about to take the shiniest item he can see, before he spots you and quickly puts his hands behind his back.

"Uhm, hey! ...Nice, uh...Weather we're having?"