"Haven't you ever heard of black souls and white ones, boy? Better ask your master the difference - if he doesn't use you as a subject." Something about the way he jokes it is a mite unsettling...

All told Danny's probably relieved to see the man look round - and he's already suspicious of the disappearing Khajiit before Danny cries out his accusation. It's a confusing few moments as the elf goes from dismissal to suspicion to trying to shed his cocoon of furs in a hurry. "What? Filthy Khajiit, I- wait- wait, where are you going?"

But Danny's already out of there, ducking through a crowd that seems supremely uninterested in any shenanigans. He's out of sight before the vendor can stop him-much less glance back and realize that, one way and another, he's been had. Danny, on the other hand, will make it all the way to the far entrance before Marafi grins at him from the shadow of a pillar.

"This one trusts you were not disappointed."