"What do you mean you won't sell?" said Delarus. He glanced at the iron rugged looking piece of armor. It wasn't even steel, yet it was already over priced.
"What do I mean?" Replied the armorer shrewdly, "I mean - No!"
"Well," the nightblade said, as he glanced at the dimly lit room in one of Vivec's Cantons, "Twenty additional septims."
The ignorant blacksmith glanced at the gold, "No."
"Thirty."
"No."
"Forty."
"No, if you keep trying to rip me off, I'll call the guards."
Delarus shook his fist towards the dimly lit ceiling. Around him was the usual equipment for an armorer. Delarus could see an anvil, an armorer's hammer, and a rusty fireplace. All types of equipment were littered for sale around the dimly lit room with candles giving off jittering flames.
"Oh well," Delarus looked at the iron chest plate, again. Delarus changed his mind. He decided he wouldn't buy it. After all, he was a night blade, and night blades didn't need chest plates. No, he needed something more light… "There!" Delarus walked over to the armor smith's anvil. He picked up a glove. "What's this?"
The bosmer looked at the glove and said, "Oh, that, it's a magical glove with a virtuous speed, a enduring strength, and a stealth bonus."
Delarus gazed at the magical aura from the glove. "Is this daedric, too?"
"Yes, and it's also got a magicka enchantment."
"How much it cost?"
"Three thousand septims."
Delarus sighed. The truth was, the nightblade needed armor more than anything in his life. In one hour, he will enter a death match with the wealthy Dren plantation owner in Arena Canton. Safe to say, he was to fight Orvas Dren with all the fancy daedric armor and weaponry attached. All Delarus had on was a dwarven sabre, a funny ring that he still didn't know how to use, and the cloth he wore this morning. The same cloth I'll wear to my grave. "Look, I am to face one of the toughest opponents of my life. What are you trying to do, cheat on a dead man?"
Nevertheless, the bosmer looked unconvinced. "Hey, I'm running a business here."
Delarus, sighed, again. He had a couple of options. He could find some way to get 3000 septims. Or, he could quit and leave. But he couldn't just quit, because he was facing the most heavily armored opponent this side of Morrowind. Worse yet, there wasn't time to barter. Delarus made a decision. It was risky. Here goes! He grabbed the enchanted gauntlet and made a run for the door.
The armorer looked shocked. The Bosmer screamed: "GUARDS!"
Delarus ignored the noise as he sprinted towards the exit. Suddenly, a golden ordinator appeared in the entrance. "Stop thief!"
"Oh Crap!" Said Delarus. He looked at the stolen glove and prepared to fight.