Brynjolf let out a sigh and sat down in a seat at the Bee and Barb. It seemed like no matter how many jobs he and the members took the guild just wasn't getting any better. He rubbed his forehead at an oncoming head ache and ordered a mug of mead. After all there was no better remedy was there?
When the mug was sat down in front of him he wasted no time to take a gulp. As he put it down he turned his head at the sound of the door opening. A young lass walked in. She glanced around then purchased a room for the night. She wasn't sore on the eyes that's for sure. He'd give a shot but it wasn't something he'd stress over.
When she returned she had changed out of her armor into a dress. As she sat down she ordered food and a drink. Once her order was taken she sat back into her chair, letting her hair out of the messy bun she had thrown it into after her bath.
Now would be his chance. Perhaps he could learn more about this outsider.
He swiftly snatched up a cheese platter as he began to walk over. She didn't even open her eyes until he placed it in front of her. She went to say thank you when he began to take a seat. Then she realized he didn't work as a waiter.
" I don't believe I've seen you in town before lass." He started smoothly.
" That's because I'm not from here."
" Where you from?"
" I was born in Solitude. But I'm a traveler, don't like to stay in one place. How about you?"
He gave a shrug. " I'm your typical nord."
She eyed him. She was weighing him out just like how he was doing to her.
She had a petite frame. His whole hand could wrap around her wrist easily. Her hair lightened to a blonde as it dried and her eyes were a vibrant blue. He tried to picture her as the woman who had walked into the bar. She was a much stronger and intimidating figure, covered in dirt and sweat from her travels with a bow on her back and a sword at her side.
" So what do I own this visit to?" She asked as she leaned forward and picked up a piece of cheese. " A man who's had a rough day and hopes to get a woman in his bed?"
Brynjolf flashed her a smile. " Ah I'd never do such a thing."
She smirked.
" Somehow I found that hard to believe."
A mug of warm tea sat down in front of her. He watched her give thanks to the person as they delivered it then took a drink.
" You look as pale as the snow." Brynjolf commented. Not to be rude, but to be honest.
" That's what happens when you travel in it."
" Dawnstar?"
" No, winterhold."
" Ah so we have a mage on our hands." He crossed his arms.
" Not entirely. But I do have a lot of knowledge in magic."
" Then what type are you then lass?"
She thought for a minute as he raised a glass to his lips.
" I'm more of a . . . " He coughed as he gulped down a mouth full of tea. " Ah yes, the sneaky type."
Brynjolf covered his mouth as he tried to stop coughing. He watched her take a drink of his ale before smirking at him.
" I have to say I'm impressed lass. When did you switch them?"
She stood, taking her cheese tray and reclaiming her tea.
" You know your ways of flirting with women and I know my ways of dealing getting around."
As he watched turn and walk up the stairs Brynjolf's mind began to churn. Maybe his guild wasn't deep shit after all.
He looked around to see if anyone was nearby. When it was clear he fumbled out a lockpick and wedged it into the door. He picked it with ease and stepped inside. The room was dark but he stood waiting for his eyes to adjust. On the bed he could see her laying peacefully on her bed.
He had to admit, she had caught his attention. With her deceiving looks and light fingers she'd be perfect in the guild. He'd never say it out loud but he needed her.
His steps were silent as he got closer to the bed. He stretched out his hands. One hovering over her mouth and the other on her should. The last thing he needed was for her to scream. As soon as his skin touched her she was awake and fighting.
She gave a tougher fight than he had expected. A lot tougher. It had been his own fault to underestimate. She shoved him against the wall and grabbed the knife under her pillow.
" Aye lass its me!"
" What do you want?" Her voice was low and dangerous. It was clear he needed to choose his words carefully.
" I wanted to talk to you."
" About?"
" My . . . " He paused trying to find the right word, " Business."
She paused then lowered her knife. She lit the candles then sat patiently on the bed.
" It couldn't have waited until the morning?"
" We prefer to work in the night."
" Ah. So you're apart of the thieve's guild."
" So you've heard of us." He grinned.
" If you're going to ask me to join then you might as well leave now."
" You said it yourself. You're the sneaky type."
" I'm not doing it."
" That's what you say now."
She stood and opened the door.
" I said no. Now if that's all then get out."
Brynjolf stood with his confidence still beaming from him.
" They always come back." He paused and brought his lips to her ear. " Always."
And with that he left the room, closing the door behind him. Leaving nothing except for his words to echo in her mind.
