Niquilner was walking up to the gates of Riften. The ride wasn't to bad, a few bandits, but it was not like they could see him. As he was approaching the gate, the guard said, "Halt, you will need to pay the visitor's tax."
"What is it for?" asked Niquilner.
"For the privilege of entering the city. What does it matter?"
Niquilner waved his hand and cast a spell.
"There is no tax," said Niquilner.
"Whatever you say sir," answered the guard, who unlocked the gate and let him in.