With a grunt escaping him and a moment of unsteadiness ensuing, Alandir stepped off the boat to enter the city. Patting down his attire in this motion, his senses were overcame by the sprawling bazaar as his eyes glittered despite his lazily drooped lids. The well dressed gentleman came before him, frightening the high elf as he took a pace back and peered at the figure with distaste. Before the gentleman could offer his hospitable ramblings, the elf did naught but waver the figure away with a flourishing palm as he pushed passed him. Offering naught in the way of conversation beside:
"Whatever you are selling, I am /not/ interested."
