If Ravari had no hand in the sudden appearance of the market, passers-by would be hard-pressed to tell: she's staked out an excellent spot for herself, right on the corner of two of the larger paths crossing through the magical goods vendors. Her tent is set back from the foot traffic, leaving room for her to sit and keep an eye on her wares. As is traditional for Khajiit merchants, she sits cross-legged on a rug at the entrance to her tent with her tail swishing behind her and her ears swiveling to keep track of any approaching (and departing) sounds. As ever, she is polishing a collection of cut gems and examining them in the sunlight.

In the spirit of the season and her own cat-like need for change, in addition to her usual goods, Ravari has several carved drinking horns and a collection of seedlings and cuttings. Some of the plants are decorative, but many are labeled "alchemical". Sample at your own risk, or be prepared to pay through the nose for the antidote she has stockpiled.