Marise Aravel

It's Riften's name for the sewers beneath our feet. Absolutely disgusting!

If you fancy keeping your purse filled with gold and your head on your shoulders, I'd stay out of those awful tunnels.

They live below the streets in the Ratway like dirty animals. And trust me, they're no better than the vermin that slink out of there for scraps.

They make it difficult for decent people to earn a living. Of course, not many decent people live here in the first place.

Perfect, just perfect! These should help keep my stock fresh for quite a while.

And, as promised, here's my trade. Hope you like it.

Well, I'd be careful if I were you. I hear the Nords hunt them for some kind of initiation rite and not all of them end up victorious.

The last traveler that traded me some said he found them at a place called Ancient's Ascent.

Careful though, rumor has it a dragon makes its home there.

Perfect, just perfect! These should help keep my stock fresh for quite a while.

And, as promised, here's my trade. Hope you like it.

Oh! Well if you change your mind, come back and see me.

Thanks, I was actually worried I'd run out.

I picked up a trick from a butcher in Elinhir, a small town over the border in Hammerfell.

He showed me a way to grind up ice wraith teeth and use it as a preservative. Keeps everything cold and fresh, but only for a limited time.

I'm always looking to replenish my supply, so if you ever come across five of them, I'd be more than happy to take them off your hands.