[He shrugs and accepts it. Not really the time to bother a man about his preferences. He's pretending to ignore the hooded Vigilants at their table. His voice, however, remains idle and easy as he talks - quiet enough to be lost if one moves away from the table.]
Well, back in Cyrodiil I used to be friends with a girl called Selvia. She didn't have much talent for magic herself, but she was very good at assessing objects and enchantments. She used to hawk materials to the mages around Cheydinhal and try to get a look at their collections. Very sharp and very persuasive - although maybe that's because I always liked her ideas.
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Well, back in Cyrodiil I used to be friends with a girl called Selvia. She didn't have much talent for magic herself, but she was very good at assessing objects and enchantments. She used to hawk materials to the mages around Cheydinhal and try to get a look at their collections. Very sharp and very persuasive - although maybe that's because I always liked her ideas.