Vorin sat up in bed as she strolled over to him. He was a bit surprised, but way to tired to argue. "First you're trying to hurt me, then you're offering a massage. You're an odd woman" Vorin commented. He was puzzled by the beautiful woman who made no sense. "I won't refuse you" He said. His mind raced as they sat in the basement of his shack. It wasn't much, but it was home. walls and floor of cobblestone and a ceiling of fine oak wood. "I was bitten. A little over a year ago I lived in the north. It came into town one night and I was never the same" He remembered the events that lead to him being here