The days of not having to rely on finding new customers at the market were gone, and although business wasn't that bad and he could definitely afford to set up his booth fewer times a week, Elliot had still woken up that day with the intention of sitting at his table, trying to get passengers to buy some of his real and some of his fake items. Even though it was aestas, it was a rather beautiful day and the sun was out, so the merchant was in a better mood than he usually would be when he had to mingle with commoners. He was barely above them in rank as a baronet, but he still felt and tried to live like a baron.

The jewels were all laid out nicely on the wooden table of his booth surrounded by books, combs, bottles of wine, furs, cloth and other items. Only about half of them were real, but the average costumer wouldn't be able to tell the real from the glass apart. Elliot had sold a piece of red glass for a ruby earlier that day, and it had boosted his confidence. He was sure he'd be able to make some more coin off cheap things over the span of the afternoon, and it seemed like he had another potential opportunity in front of him. A young woman was lingering in front of his stall, amazed by the jewels on his table. "Good morning, Miss. Don't be shy, take a look", Elliot said as he got up from his chair and picked up a beautiful, extravagant necklace. "Look at this fine piece, it matches the colour of that magnificent dress you're wearing." He looked he up from head to toe without it being obvious. She was young, probably around her twenties, and she had a beautiful face. Her long hair combined with the casual dress made it look like she was more than a commoner, which made Elliot believe he had a chance of actually selling something to her instead of being annoyed by all the common women touching his jewels, making them dull and dirty, without ever buying anything. 

Consider Gianna an excellent trickster too, though while Elliot was pulling the veil over people's eyes when it came to his wares, she was doing it when it came to herself. Let all who looked up on her think her wealthy and great in title. She would bask in the attention it afforded her.

"That one is okay." She said with all the air of a duchess, and she would know, she'd observed them many-a-time while they were out shopping, a servant with a cart and gold following behind. "I much prefer these." She plucked up a set of small pearl earrings, an object that was most likely real rather than fake--not that she was aware any of the items were pretending.

Her gaze slipped past the jewelry and to the owner.

"Did you make these? Where do you acquire such white stones?"

Gianna raised one of the earrings to her ear, then turned her head, looking for a mirror with which to admire herself.

"Ah, of course not." She said when the merchant claimed to not be skilled enough. The people selling were just that--salesmen. They didn't actually do the work, did they? In fact, the only thing they were good for was talking. She played the part of a snobby noblewoman quite naturally.

"The coasts of Arynn Frey, hmm?" She lowered the earring and inspected it one final time before shriveling up her nose. "I'm not sure how I feel about that kingdom and their lack of aid during our last battle with Coheed." They'd been asked, after all, and had said no. Of course, that was almost seven years ago now but Lorendalers could be bitter, couldn't they?

She moved to set the earring back onto the table but it fell from her fingers before it got there. A peep of surprise leapt from her mouth as she awkwardly angled her head down to see the jewelry, looking but not stooping to retrieve it. That wasn't something someone of her status should have to do, was it?

The moment he moved to grab it, assuming that he did, Gianna's quick little hand would silent grab at a ring that was sitting midst a jumble of jewelry. Like a snake she'd take it and bring it to her neckline, deftly dropping it between her breasts before resting her fingertips on her chest, as if the act of dropping the earring had her embarrassed.

Elliot was old. The earring had fallen all the way to the ground. How did the old man with bad knees stand up so quickly? Luckily for Gianna, she was a young woman with good eyes. The moment she saw he was rising before she would have time to put the ring in her neckline she changed her course. She brought the ring to her face instead as if to examine the stone.

If he still grabbed her wrist and accused her of stealing then she'd have words for him.

Gianna didn't like the ring. It would have done as something to steal and then resell, but for herself she didn't like it. Instead of saying so, however, her eyes moved past it and to the man who tilted his head at her. He was a pervert, wasn't he? A frown claimed her face as she slowly set the ring down.

"I do not like your close attention on me, sir." She wasn't one to mince words, not even while pretending to be more important that she truly was. "I will find another seller who does not hover so nauseatingly." She gathered up her skirts and turned to leave.