The hours would pass and soon enough the chirping of birds and the early morning sounds of the marketeers setting up their stalls and chatting idly to each other about their losses and gains through the past day. The annoying Argonian was already rasping about his "legendary ARgonian craftsmanship." The thought had always made Kalith snicker, the things Argonians for was -not- their craftsmanship or anything of the civil sort like that and the other citizens must have thought so as well because the man's stall was readily ignored throughout the early morning despite his croaking like a frog more than  a lizard-man. Over the sounds of the morning marketplace the bustling of pans could be heard yet a room away, and the sound of a slow popping and crackling fire.<br/><br/>Kalith had been a busy woman this morning when she awoke from her trance a few hours before even the marketplace had even begun to show signs of life. As she crawled out of bed as silently as a shadow she kissed the sleeping Wood Elf on her forehead and pulled the silk sheets around the woman so that she could stay warm. The vampiress knew the cold affected the Bosmer more than her and that the drafty house would make the woman sick if she wasn't careful. After that the vampire set out and drew a tub of water and used what little magic she knew to heat the water and keep it warm for hours, in fact water was still rising off of the tub she had set in the kitchen, the old wooden fixture set right by the fire for a little extra warmth. After fixing the wood elf's bath the Dunmer dressed herself in a simple thigh length chemise and a pair of leather pants, the pants clinging to her thighs and her pert rear and quiickly smelling of the sex she had had last night. The woman's coal colored hair was mussed and matted in places but she was smiling, her fangs showing as she cooked up a meal in a large pan over the fire consiting of diced onion, potatoes and some kind of meat.<br/><br/>Kalith kept reflecting on the night before and the inquisition likely to come from the scared elf , her thoughts always trailed back to the cute squeaks and moans from the smaller elf and her face of pleasure as they both climaxed together.  The vampiress shook her head and set the finished  concoction on the counter, and took a seat on an old wooden chair by the tub, one leg crossed at the knee as she waited for the Bosmer, her orang-red eyes closed for the moment as she simply hummed to a tune she remembered from her youth in Vvardenfell.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>