The hillside wind whips up for a moment, catches at clothes and makes fur bristle along the back of the Khajiits' necks and tails. Probably an effect of the chill. Ri'saad's head half turns, eyes considering Alex sidelong for a moment.

"Is our service worth so little to you?" he asks Felix then.

"Don't oversell yours- oh, come off it. Six and a half, and I know you're leaving tomorrow. Leave me some goodwill for next time, won't you?"

"Done." And Atahbah offers the robes to Alex, while Felix digs a small pouch of coins out of his tunic. (Sadly, appearing to pull that from nowhere is not a standard conjuration skill.)