Haelga

Bolli - A married Nord merchant who sneaks away from his wife Nivenor for passionate trysts with Haelga, hiding his Mark of Dibella in his home as evidence of their lustful affair.

Hofgrir Horse-Crusher - A rough, working-class stablehand with calloused hands who eagerly satisfies Haelga's carnal desires at the stables, keeping his Mark of Dibella among the hay and horse gear.

Indaryn - A Dark Elf fishery worker who shares heated, forbidden encounters with Haelga, crossing racial boundaries in their sensual relationship, his Mark of Dibella hidden at his workplace by the docks.

Haelga - The promiscuous innkeeper who juggles these three lovers simultaneously, using her devotion to Dibella (goddess of erotic love and beauty) as justification for her insatiable appetite, giving each man a Mark of Dibella as a token of their intimate connection while maintaining a facade of respectability. According to her niece, Haelga is a very loose woman who slept with three men in one month. Her reputation is further justified with contextual evidence from her bedroom: a bed with shackles, a shelf full of stamina potions, a horker tusk and leather strips underneath her bed, a jar of honey and more leather strips on the dresser, The Lusty Argonian Maid Vol 1 and Vol 2, a bottle of Falmer Blood Elixir (which Brynjolf says will allow one to "make love like a sabre cat"), as well as a Shrine of Dibella, a deity that Svana claims she worships too much. Haelga wears an Amulet of Dibella and there is also a note on her store counter from a "Secret Lover."

Bolli: "Haelga, we need to stop seeing each other." Haelga: "Oh, Bolli you silly man. You weren't saying that when you were licking that honey off my..." Bolli: "Haelga! That's just it. I can't keep up with you. Your Dibellan techniques... they're exhausting." Haelga: "Is it really me, or is it your wife? You need to make a choice Bolli. The honey or her." Haelga: "When are you going to take me away from here Bolli?" Bolli: "I told you, I can't just pick up and leave. I have my wife, my business... not to mention you have the Bunkhouse." Haelga: "That old place? I could care less about it. It's you I want, Bolli." Bolli: "I... I'm sorry Haelga, I can't. Not yet." Grelka: "Oh, Haelga!...There you are. Your special shipment just came in from Hammerfell on the Khajiit caravan." Haelga: "Oh, good. I want to try it on as soon as possible." Grelka: "'Try it on'? What do you need a leather harness for anyway?" Haelga: "It's [pause] a religious thing." Madesi: "Lady Haelga, so pleased to see you. Your Marks of Dibella are ready." Haelga: "Oh, splendid! I can't wait to use them." Madesi: "Begging your pardon milady... I know these have something to do with Dibella, but whatever are they for?" Haelga: "Maybe I'll show you one day, Madesi. Have them delivered to the Bunkhouse, won't you? Maven: "Haelga, I like you, so I'm only going to say this one time. If you ever try and 'practice the Dibellan arts' with Hemming again, I'll make sure that pretty little face loses its beauty." Haelga: "He wasn't protesting, Maven." Maven: "Of course he wasn't you stupid whore; he's a man. Now I'm not going to warn you again. Is that clear?" Haelga: "Very well." Svana: "Aunt Haelga, why do you...demean yourself with these people you barely know? They show no real love for you." Haelga: "Its only a bit of fun. You're a lovely young thing, you should try it sometime." Svana: "No! I'm saving myself for someone special. Someone who loves me dearly." Haelga: "You mean Sibbi? You must be joking! All he wants to do is bed you and be done with it. You may as well get it over with and let him." Svana: "You're wrong! Sibbi and I are in love and you're just jealous."

Haelga: "Svana, has that Skooma-riddled addict paid her rent yet? Or does she have more excuses?" Svana: "She said she'll have it soon. She still has her job at the Meadery for now, so she'll be able to pay us." Haelga: "Why do you insist on defending that woman? All she does with her money is spend it on that Dark Elf garbage." Svana: "Just be patient, aunt. She'll have it, I promise." Haelga: "So, Tythis... you coming by the Bunkhouse later?" Tythis: "Of course. I rented a bed there. Where else would I sleep?" Haelga: "I have plenty of room in my bed." Tythis: "Good, that must be very comfortable for you. I think mine's a bit too small. Perhaps we could trade?" Haelga: "Sigh."