"Is that... an amulet of Mara?"

Angrenor asked softly, looking at the necklace adorning the well dressed Dovakinn with a small spark of hope in his eyes. He didn't have a shot, not with the well honoured dragon born, the slayer of Alduin, the ender of the Empires oppression, the kind philantropist who's money had often found itself in Angrenor's own pocket... but none the less, he asked. He hoped. He wished.