My first jobs were personal, simple framing jobs. No one would suspect me and my former master would never allow me to get hurt, I dare say he loved me, he certainly cared deeply for me. As a courtesan I simply stood there looking pretty with a smile on my face. That's where it all started for me, my new life of thrills and adventure. One arrogant pig noble thought he could get away with attacking me. He though he couldn't be touched. Well one stolen amulet later and his mouth was well shut after that. I never felt so alive, never felt so good. I used my new found passion to get away with all sorts of fun. I used it to get rid of my master's enemies. Not too different to what I do now I suppose. Then my master was assassinated. I swore revenge on them. I knew who they were. They were stupid enough to discuss it right in front of me. So I took what I could carry from them and left Valenwood. I went from Morrowind to High Rock and stole valuables from the Counts of Cyrodill. No one could refuse my sweet voice. Then I got a bit over confident one day. I got caught trying to rob a noble's caravan. I was on my way to Bruma when the guards stopped for the night, so I cut my bounds, took a few souvenirs and left for Skyrim. I hoped I could lay low in the civil war going on there. I knew there was a war, I didn't care who or why. I didn't think that the war would by why I'm here now. Do I want it? Sure it's fun being untouchable again. It's a good life of thrills and I'm feared through the land. Not like the Dark Brotherhood. We are a family like they are but we are sophisticated.

And then there's my little Nightingale.