One night in Bruma.

Vivika corked her wine and left for the wench's house. She was a little tipsy at the moment but could still walk a straight line. She turned to the left and headed up past the other side of the temple this time. She passed the cabins and noticed the one she was suppose to meet the Grey Fox at. She kept that in mind for the future when their meeting was to occur.

The house two houses down was the one that Anora had supposidly locked herself up in. She stealthily climbed up the wooden steps to the large oak door. Knotwork decorated the edges in Nordic fashion. Vivika looked around, her eyes piercing into the now moonlit streets, no one. She removed her lock pick and began her work. Tick-Tick-Tick-Tick-CLICK The big oak door opened with ease. She pushed her way in and gentley closed it behind her. The place was lit by a fireplace that housed only embers now. It seemed the lady of the house was in bed now.

The dark elf began to peer into canisters and chests, looking for anything worth a fence. She found nothing of any value on this floor. The Dunmer slid her doeskin covered feet along the timbers that were a graciously silent floor. Tip-toeing to the basement she heard the gentle snoring of the Nord. How cute, she thought as she moved silently to the bed and over the woman. She pulled her elven dagger from her belt and held it to her neck. "Awake wench" she snarled and placed a hand on her chest to keep her from slitting Arnora from slitting her own throat if she tried to sit up.

Arnora gasped for air as she saw the glaring red eyes and dark skin of the theif... assasin, whoever she was. "I... I don't have anything" she stuttered and tried to breath with the elf sitting on her chest. "Lies." The elf replied and pushed the knife closer to her throat. "Where's the money your dear ol' husband has been stealing?" She said pushing harder on the womans chest with her thighs, she'd cut off her air supply if she had to. "The bastard never told me!" She said again gasping for air. "You're LYING" she said removing the knife only to slap Arnora across the face and bring the blade back to its home on her pale neck. "You're white skin marks so easily" she said watching the surface turn red in the candlelight. "I really don't know!" She said almost in tears. Vivika grinded her hips into Arnora's ribcage and Arnora began coughin madly for air. "Then how do I find it?" she snarled. "I.. I can help you.. get off... me... I wont call the gaurds" Arnora was about to pass out from the lack of air. With one last thrust of her hips against the womans body Vivika let off a bit to give her more air. "That's better, now how is it you plan to help me? You're husband is in the prision and I will be taking the money he stole." She said with the elven blade still on Arnora's neck. "All you have to do is get his trust and he will tell you, hes a baffoon and if you do I won't want any of it! Im done with this miserable theif buisness, he said it would only be till we got a house and he wouldn't stop. I just wanted to live!" She began to shed tears. Vivika had no feeling towards this, yet she found it facinating that death frightened her this much. "And how, do you expect me to get into the prision and gain his trust?"

It was at this moment that Vivika was thrown off of Arnora and into a beam that held the support of the house. Arnora was a strong Nordic woman when desprete. "Commit an offense and get thrown into the pigs cell" she said sitting up and rubbing her neck, then face in the spot where she was hit. Vivika stood up and held out her blade, "That was foolish" She said staring her down with those red eyes. "When you get in prision, ask my dear Jorundr where the treasure is, When you get out, we can share it... GUARDS!!! HELP SHE'S TRYING TO KILL ME!" She screamed running upstairs. "Oh great" She said bracing herself for trouble.