Quiet, quiet along the wall, head bent in pouring rain too cold for late summer. Not to look around, but to go, burying his gaze in the gray cobblestones of a wet pavement in the shopping district of Imperial City; so easier, they won't see, and attention is now oh, it's not necessary... To sell the goods, to help out at least half a thousand, then it will be possible to make a deposit and try to talk to Matthias, without money this damn bastard will not listen, so that his daedra will be torn apart...