Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"Which is strange as usually I never trust anyone as 'ot as you," Trev smirked, kicking off his shoes before placing his feet back up on the table. He watched her play with the watch for a moment. "I'm not selling these," he said, his tone showing his surprise she'd even be willing to part with anything this neat. "Might see how a knock off fare but fake amulets sell well enough and are easier. That one's yours."