Lithelle notices the change in the other womans features, she figures perhaps it's just the light of day that causes the changes in the woman. Maybe she had a rough night the evening before? Nothing to concern herself with that was sure enough..but it didn't make the other woman any less appealing.  She was even more fetching , and had a warm, inviting glow about her. She was oblivious to anything out of the 'ordinary'.  Lithelle had been around the world plenty, but Vampires were wretched creatures that lived in caves sacrificing goats...not something that lived in a city.<br/><br/>Lithelle enters the blacksmiths shop and immediately leans against the counter. She watches as her hostess readies a glass of brandy for them both. Brandy is a delicacy in Skyrim. Lithelle has never been fond of Nordic brew, but she's very much a fan of inebriation. The Bosmer wasn't picky often,  'taking what one could get.' when in the cold northlands. She nods thankfully smiling warmly at the other Mer, downing a large portion of her drink before she thinks to speak. The Cyrodilic brandy burns a white hot trail down her throat and settles in the pit of her stomach. The sensation is very welcome and it's one Lithelle allowed her self far too rarely. She smirks a bit at the mention of a 'forgotten toy', and opens her mouth to retort. "I'd never forget something so dear to my heart I'm afraid. " she broadens her grin and bites her lip coyly, raises a eyebrow up a bit to tease the other elf back, "Besides, what kind of a heartless wretch would I be to pry such a contraption from your loving grasp after you've no doubt made the poor inanimate object fall head over ass in love with you."  She swirls her brandy and leans hard against the counter, that throbbing in her side getting worse by the minute. The brandy, as delightful as it was wasn't helping in matters of feeling 'heated'...on the other hand, the delectable dark elf was doing her no favors in that category either.<br/><br/>Lithelle is rather amazed that she -missed- how fetching the other elf was last night...No harm done. She was back now..and about that...<br/><br/>"As to why I'm here..I'm afraid I've a favor to ask of you.  You see, I -may- have gotten a bit carried away last night.. sincerely, I don't recall, but the wench I paid to bed woke up with some bite marks on her neck. Now far be it from me to say it's<i>impossible </i>I could have done it , but it's damn unlikely.  So the poor little nord dullard went about screamin' and insisting I'm a Vampire or something else these feeble minded fools put stock into.  Vampire...Grey Wolf...Dark Brotherhood...." She stops a bit at the last one, trying her -best- to hide the guilt as she disavows her livelihood. " All of them tales told to ill-mannered children to cause them to behave to our people..however...it's easy to forget how simple minded these brutes can be."  She feels abit bad generalizing for an entire group of people , but she knew damn well they made assumptions about Mer-folk...so she felt little regard to make generalizations right back.  "Anyhow.." She continues, " I have business in town for the next few days, and I'm afraid it will be damn near impossible for me to stay in a Inn with out being lynched.  If this 'Vampire' business doesn't die down, my work will go untended to...and that I simply can not have. "<br/><br/>She finishes her brandy and pushes her self up, she groans a bit as she launches her self away from the counter, and takes a step towards the increasingly intoxicating Dunmer.  She notices a faint trace of black powder over her eyelid, it looks as if it's a finger tip. It mimics...some behavior she is  familiar with..however it isn't done with ash. She straightens up and reaches a hand out, brushing some of the stray ash from the other woman's eyelid , then cheek.  Her thick, hoarse voice speaks softly as they stand rather close to one another, "I was wondering if perhaps I could pay you what I intend to pay an inn...You're the only friendly face I know." she smiles charmingly as she more or less invites her self to stay. "I'll be glad to do any grunt work you need done as well...I pay my debts mind you."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>