Disclaimer: No, I still do not own the Elder Scrolls series. I own a copy of Morrowind, and will get Oblivion when I get a new PC. That said, I only own a copy. Not the copyright.

AN: In chapter 2, Uriel Septim was called Tiber Septim by mistake. So sorry about that.

Balmora. Seat of House Hlaalu's power, though none of the higher-ups live there. Dom walked into the commercial district, and stood in the middle of the plaza. It'd been a while since he'd last visited the city.

Dralasa Nithryon, Balmora's resident pawnbroker, was dusting the counter off a bit when Dominicus walked through the door of her shop. She was typically his first stop whenever he visited Balmora.

"Dom, good you see you again." she greeted.

"Same to you."

"So, are you buying or selling this time?"

Both, possibly. I've got some spare clothing and weapons." Dom explained

"Then you should see Milie or Thorek, respectively."

"I know, but they ask too many questions."

"Speaking of which, where'd you get these?"

"I was making the roads safer for my fellow travelers."

"Fair enough. I'll give you…65 septims for your three sets of clothing, your dagger, the shortsword, and the club."

"Not selling that steel one. Tad bit better than my old iron one. Just need to get it sharpened."

"Alright then. 63."

"And, I've got this extravagantly-made outfit here." He removed Beloren's outfit.

"Okay, okay. 160 for the whole lot."

"Deal." Dominicus handed over everything but his steel dagger, his bow, and his food and alchemic materials he'd gathered, as well as the Flin and the unknown liquid, and received the money. As he walked out the door of Dralasa's shop, he called, "Nice doing business with you."

After a quick trip to Thorek the armorer to get his new dagger sharpened, and 5 septims later, Dom stepped into the store of Nalcarya of White Haven, Fine Alchemist. She was usually his best customer, buying his hides and any plants he'd gathered. He also identified the liquid as cheaply-made potion of restore health, which he sold as well. Dominicus walked out of her store 15 minutes later with an additional 155 septims; in total he had 336. Not bad for two weeks work.

Dom was slightly worried, though. He hadn't been able to find any arrows. None. Dralasa didn't have any, and he hadn't seen any in Thorek's shop, and those were the two most likely places to purchase them.

"Just my luck. I've been here for most of the day, and no arrows. I've got food, money, and clothes, but no arrows." Dominicus sighed, and rented a room that night in the Eight Plates.

He took the Silt Strider the next morning to Seyda Neen. Another small town, but it was the type that Dom half-way enjoyed. At least this one had an inn, and not just a tradehouse that allegedly had beds for rent.

"Hello, sir, and welcome to Arrille's Tradehouse. I am the owner and shopkeeper, Arrille. How may I help you?" an Altmer behind the counter asked Dominicus as he walked in.

"Um, yes. Do you, by chance, have any arrows in stock?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Just got a shipment in this morning of chitin arrows." Dom almost groaned aloud, for he hated chitin arrows.

"Any chance you have some steel or iron ones?"

"Let me check." the high elf rummaged around in his shelves and chests. "Ah, yes. I have about fifty iron ones."

"Then I would like to purchase all fifty…and another 50 of the chitin arrows. Is 85 drakes acceptable?"

"I think the price resembles one hundred septims more. Anything else would insult the craftsmanship." was Arrille's response.

"95 seems more acceptable to me, sir, though I do not wish to insult you." Dom replied, still negotiating the price.

"No insult taken, my friend. I'll accept that price." They exchanged gold and goods, and Dom left Arrille's Tradehouse, walking back to Balmora, ready to resume his trade.