Lithelle is taken aback by the body in the doorway. A Dunmer?In Skyrim? Even more, a shop owner. She looks the woman up and down- The Dunmer was rather easy on the eyes. Tall, lean and lanky..pale too...really, Lithelles 'type.'.  That wasn't why she was here however. She chastizes her self for even thinking of the stranger in such a manner, and give a sly apologetic grin. "Um...Sorry to wake you?"    She looks behind her quickly, as if to ensure that it is indeed evening, then looks back to the Dunmer."It wasn't my intention to disturb if you , I've just sorta grown tired of sleeping on rocks so often, and would like a night someplace warm. However I'm unable to do so with out coin. Had I not been in such a dire rush for a warm bed, I'd have left you to yours. " She winks and steps into the small shop, closing the door behind her.<br/><br/>She looks around the room, casing the business naturally, while trying not to look 'too' suspicious.  It was all second nature to the Bosmer. Night was burning, and whores were likely already finding their beds for the night.  Lithelle would have to act fast. Her voice is thick and raw, but her tone is upbeat and almost anxious. Lithelle didn't really...'deal' with other people often, especially rather fetching ones she wasn't paying for the company of. "Right! Well..you seem to know why I'm here with out even saying much, so I'll spare you the boredom!" She hobbles over, her face contorting in pain while she remains silent and tries to hide the injury. The last thing she needed was someone catching wind of her condition to either rob, or kill her or worse still, offer assistance.   She hefts the bag onto the table, tactfully positioning her self near the fire for a bit of warmth without looking too desperate.  "Right. Well, I've been in Skyrim a few days and it seems the wild game is quite good. " she unties her pack and pulls a bundle of furs from her sack. "Normally  I can get at least 4 septims a pop for somethin' of this quality. " she lets her fingers run over the course hair, "I've an 'eye' if you will for a quality kill. Only the finest fur's so I bother with.  Will make a damn fine bit of gold for you if you've the skill to turn them into light armor. " She raises a brow and looks around the small shop.<br/><br/>She notices there are only 'moderate'quality weapons on display.  While the craftsman ship was sound, the blades were all made of steel.  That combined with the fact the Dunmer looked thin as a rail lead her to believe business ...maybe wasn't so good. "I'll give em' ta you fr' 2 gold a piece if you're able to make use of the whole lot. I'll even throw some of the game in for free..." she winks and leans casually against the fire place, "Was always told I had a shoddy mind fr' business. So . Whadda' ya say Dunmer?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>