[center][h1]Rela Arel[/h1][/center]

She was rapidly running out of patience with this entire affair. There was, in her mind, an entirely more expedient method of supplanting this [i]lizard[/i]'s place in the market. And Keirthanil was taking entirely too long. A plan set in place, Rela stepped forward up to the stall, practically supplanting the Altmer's place as she began perusing the finished scrolls the Argonian had produced.

A mage's scrollwork was generally indicative of their capabilities and confidence. Largely alteration, from this one. Competent enough for someone without decades of work and practice, but nothing special. And a conjurer, if his words to her companion were any indication. In comparison, the lizard's destruction magic was pathetic. Rote and textbook. Bland. Mediocre. 

Rela ran the odds in her head. Daedra and necromancy were out of the question for both of them. The guards would have their heads if they tried. Atronachs might just have them sent to the pillory instead. So minions were off the table on both sides here. His alteration would be passable, but Rela was certain she could overcome it, if the scrollwork was any indication. And without a doubt, her offensive capabilities were greater than his. This was workable.

[b]"You. Lizard."[/b] The Telvanni didn't even [i]try[/i] to not be provoking, the upturned glare and malicious glint in her eyes indicating she knew damn well what she was doing. [b]"Fetch your [i]master[/i]. I would complain about the mediocre quality of scrollcraft available in this squalid stall of theirs."[/b]