Lithelle wonders what in the world a blacksmith would want vampire dust, bones or other strange objects for..but she shrugs and makes her way to the inn.  A blonde nord, thick, and broad sits near the bar. She would do. The dunmer would have been much better looked after ..but right now Lithelle didn't even want to think of such things. She strikes up a fair price, and the two simply fall asleep partially clothed in the bed Lithelle had rented.  No sex transpires , only a bit of awkward fondling before Lithelle falls asleep atop the other woman.<br/><br/>Imagine her surprise when she wakes up to find the whore has been bitten...not just bitten, but pale. The whore screams "YOU!"  Lithelle opens a lazy eye , and groans, "Go back to bed..."<br/><br/>The whore scrambles out of her bed, and runs downstairs. Before long the tavern owner is in the room with them both, eyeing the Bosmer up from head to toe. "She paid me for a night!" the whore screams, "SHE never touched me! Look at her! She's sweating! She's been doing that all night.."  The tavern keeper eyes Lithelle who groans and gets to her feet.  Her side bandage leaking with blood, staining the bedding, she groans and gets to her feet.  "She's a vampire!" the whore screams, "I know it! No one else was here all night!"<br/><br/>Lithelle groans again , getting to her feet. She pulls on her pants and buttons a thin button-up mens work shirt. "Look , maybe I got carried away, but Vampires don't exist...don't be foolish. It's possible i bit you as we were rollin' around, but I'm no fiend. " She hands the hooker an extra few gold, and another few for the tavern-keeper, packs up her bags and heads out the door.<br/><br/>The crisp morning air makes her feel 'better'. A vampire? Really? Were people in Riften so very foolish?  Vampires were lies parents told children to eat their vegetables. She decides it might be best to lay low for a few days. Her business in Riften was far from over. She meanders through the city streets, generally feeling like the pain in her side will -never- go away. Within hours the fairly warm faces are replaced with that of dismay. Clearly, these people took their 'vampire' claims rather seriously.  She figures the only person in the entire town worth giving another thought to...was the Dunmer.<br/><br/><br/>She was ...well she was alot of things.  Clever...industrious...beautiful. Something else..by the nine that she certainly didn't believe in...there was something else.<br/><br/>She knocks on the Dunmers door, hoping she's still awake at this early hour. She pounds and pounds and pounds. When the door swings open, the elf grins, "DId you know your town has vampires about? Curious thing that..OH..and they seem to think it's me...um...could I bother ya' to stay the night for a few days?" She doesn't even wait for a 'hello." ...because a 'hello' would make her swoon...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>