A slender figure with long waving black hair stepped through the crowd, a bag full of spirit rubies on her shoulder as she eyed around the crowd, looking for her next target. She had felt like a dragon sleeping on a mountain of gold, except that the gold here wasn't exactly hers.. yet she thought, snickering to herself.
Keyleth hadn't been in town long or she had already found her fair share of trouble, having fought off several perverted men by simply being there. Then again, her apparel sort of asked for it, as it was supposed to, but these men had nothing to give her. She, being a dark elf; had already earned the ire of the local guards as well, simply by being there, everybody knows dark elves are rarely up to much good but nobody really dared to intervene because dark elves also often wielded powerful magic, immortal magic.
However, Keyleth wasn't particularly troublesome to deal with, at-least today, as the smell of the fresh fruits and all sorts of perfume brightened her mood. Not because she was among people, but because that often meant that she was likely to run into some kind of person that had powers she could steal. She nimbly passed through the flood of people, she honestly expected things to be lively, but this was worse then she had imagined.
As she graced herself passed all the salesmen and local townsfolk she came across a peculiar little stall, a beautiful blade being its most prominent object of value. Although she often felt curious about artifacts and the like, her eyes instead were now drawn to them woman who seemed to obsess over it, a certain greed carved into her face from what the dark elf could see.
She used the crowd to her advantage to get behind the woman, figuring she would follow her. More often then not people that wanted those kind of items had a reason for it and that reason is most likely magical in nature... And -that- was what Keyleth wanted. Bits and baubles were cute, but the real price was the magic they often held. She couldn't help but feel a certain connection with the woman though, perhaps it was her magic talking, or perhaps her gut. But something told her they weren't too different.
Rather then following her as she had initially planned, she figured she'd strike up conversation with the woman, best case scenario she learned something, worst case she'd still have to follow her and learn something then, eitherway; She would get what she wanted. So she wove herself through the people, pushing aside several people rather harshly, without a care in the world.
When she neared close enough she tapped the woman on her shoulder, an indifferent look on her face as per usual ''I see you like artifacts that rival your own beauty?'' she snickered ''but what would you do with it, you don't strike me as a warrior.''