Rolled a female Nord Acrobat (better known as a Berserker) today. Called her Miss Bagger CCLXXXVIII, in honor of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bagger_288.
However, this is an unusual Berserker. She comes from a long line (obviously) of the Baggers, who are sworn only to bag things in two ways: a legitimate mercantile transaction, or directly off a slain, hostile foe. The gold price, or the iron price. Anything lying around--say, the limeware platter in the census office, or Keening on Red Mountain-- can never be touched.
But at Arrille's Tradehouse, she just couldn't keep her eyes off the seemingly-endless supply of Flin. How to bag that? Nords will do anything for good booze, anyway, but it didn't help that the Imperial prison wasn't exactly generous with alcohol. Displaying commercial guile we'd never have thought possible for a Berserker, with her formidable 30 personality and 5 merc, she slowly worked Arrille up to 100 disposition by trading a fork. She traded that fork between herself and Arrille back-and-forth, back-and-forth, over-and-over again. Fork-for-gold, gold-for-fork. Having lulled Arrille into a sort of benign, comatose contentment with the fork, she made initial moves on the Flin, first trading 1 bottle in much the same manner. Only this time, we must note that Flin is a valuable item, with a going rate of 100 gold. It was crucial to have Arrille off-guard. She managed to bid the Flin down below her own ask on each transaction, ever-so-slowly capturing Arrille's gold and training her mercantile skill in the process. She eventually gained 15 points of skill, raising her total skill to twenty points, and swindled all of the proprietor's gold. At this point, it was smooth sailing. She steadily bought batches of 15 Flin from him at @ 884, and sold 10 Flin back to him to recover the full price each time. A bastion of the Bagger family tradition.
After lugging 200 kilos of Flin and 884 gold to the outskirts of town, Miss Bagger CCLXXXVIII paused, at last, to get really tanked up. In a rush of over 3000 Strength, she was just about to leap for joy at the bounteous prospects of Morrowind for the Bagger clan, when a Bosmer fell out of the sky a few feet away (apparently having just committed a similar error), so she thought better of it. Now, just a couple clicks north of Seyda Neen, most of her alcohol peed into a nearby bog, she's weighing her options for upholding the Bagger family oaths.