A slight glance up and down the Riften streets as Ammir walks, the Altmer's gaze keeping close watch to his surroundings. Riften and its citizens tended not to be on the best of terms with the mer and he'd seen enough pockets being picked to know better than to relax, even if the area was relatively quiet for the moment. And while normally he would have preferred to remain outside of this particular hold he'd found himself getting almost woefully short with his on hand potions, a fact that was better dealt with sooner rather than later.
As such, the mer currently found himself in search of a particular Khajiit, one that would hopefully be able to provide him with what he was looking for. In fact, he's just rounded the corner of a building when he catches sight of one, and she seemed to match the description he'd been given to look for. And since Ammir was not exactly know for his patience, the Khajiit would quite soon find herself with a mer right in front of her. "Pardon me, miss, I have heard around town that you take care of potion orders?" A slight wave of the Altmer's hand. "I was looking to purchase some healing and cure disease potions, if you have them available."