[EVENT][OPEN] Taking Down a Neusance

[Del-Rah]

Vampires were running a muck in Riverwood, Del-Rah had heard, and, needing both the Septim and perhaps even a few new tricks, the Argonian decided to head that way and see what was going on. It was a long ride from Whiterun, or so it felt, and he was ready to relax a bit and perhaps sleep a day or two. First, however, he needed to find someone in charge so he could know what was going on and get this mission started.

After tying Valiant down outside the city, making sure he had some grass to last him a little while, he and Titan - who seemed to behaving rather well today, staying at his side and barely glancing in anyone's direction - strode into the small town, hoping to find some answers as to what was going on. Everyone seemed busy with some random task or another, and, not being the one to ruin someone's work day and thus getting paid, he mostly stayed out of their way, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He was sure that he was supposed to talk to someone important about these mistiding, and he didn't want to cause an uproar of some sort for asking the wrong person the wrong question.

Del was not a big fan of Vampires. Rather, he disliked them with quite a passion. He had never heard of any good ones in his entire life, and wished nothing more than to be rid of them. Although he was not changed, he favored Werewolves more than Vampires, yet he could be counted hypocritical if not for the fact that Werewolves only needed to feast once in their beast form - or so was the common myth - whereas Vampires needed it much more, due to their inability to change from one form to another like Werewolves could. It seemed that Werewolves were better at hiding, and, at the very least, can have better disguises than Vampires, who burnt in the sun and could only come out when the time was right. Plus, it seemed a lot harder to turn people into Werewolves than Vampires. All one had to do was bite another for them to become a Vampire, right?

This logic never made sense to him, however he rarely questioned it. Rearranging his hood atop his head, the lizard dodged an oncoming merchant car full of goods - more than likely heading for the general store - and a few memories of his early childhood flooded back. Ah, how he missed the days of simply traveling and helping his father sell whatever items he had in stock. It seemed much easier to do as a child, as all he had to do was act cute, and he could easily sell someone something for a 'small' price. Now, however, he was lucky to get something for it's full worth, or even half of that. Looked like he needed to work on his bartering skills again, didn't it? Damn, and he hated the Bards College.