[James frowned as he turned to her, looking at her as she ... well, vented out her frustration. He can imagine the merchant - with stolen merchandise no less - yelping like a whipped dog when Vivienne tore a chunk out of him. Which was no less than he deserved.]

... If it came to him like that, then whomever he purchased it from probably knows someone who worked in the Circles themselves. Perhaps a tranquil, or another mage? It could have even been a templar.