Brynjolf stood there watching all the merchants scramble to catch the citizen's attention as they walked by. All of them, excluded Grelka, had a smile on their face trying to ring them in. He himself was engaging in selling his 'elixir' to those who passed by, not one catching on to his scheme.

" It came straight from the College of Winterhold itself." He spoke with my voice bold and convincing. A man stood in front of him in deep thought. He finally agreed and handed me Brynjolf gold when Maul walked up discreetly.
" Look there Brynjolf, a new face." He said as he looked towards the direction of the entrance of Riften. Brynjolf turned and spotted a young lass walking up by herself. She was some what tall, blonde hair pulled back into a braid.

" She got through without paying the tax. Left the guards starring at their feet too." He continued as they followed her with their eyes.

" Is that so?" he asked. " Do you know who she is?"
Maul gave a shake of his head. " No, she didn't take my shit either when she first walked in. A Khajiit was behind her too but he went in the Bee and Barb. Her face seems familiar though, I just can't quite put my finger on it."

Now that he mentioned it, she did seem dangerously familiar. It wasn't like him to forget a face, especially a beautiful one.

" Did she say where she was coming from?"

" Looks like she's a Brenton. She came from Whiterun, I guess she's the Thane there. But why she is here I have no clue."
" What an interesting lass." he mumbled.
" Aye, you can say that again."

She turned at the cry of a homeless woman sitting right next to my stand. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a handful of coins before giving it to the woman.
" Go get something to eat, maybe rent a room." She spoke softly.
" Oh Divines bless you!"
She smiled as the woman ran off to the Bee and Barb. She stood up and straightened out her armor before raising her head. Brynjolf was able to see her dangerously bright blue eyes as she looked at him. Maybe he could get away than just selling an elixir to her.

" Do you really think that you should have given her that much lass?" he asked. She cocked her eyebrow at him.
" Excuse me?"
" You look light on your coin, shouldn't you have kept some of that money?"

She subconsciously moved her hand down to her bag to cover it, as if he could see how full it was.
" I don't think that is really any of your business."
" Ah but that's where you're wrong lass. Wealth is my field of work." he started as he put the bottle down and walked towards her. At this point Maul got the hint and turned to leave. " It's all about your mark. It's if you can walk the walk. The things you do, the clothes you wear. It's all a give away. "
She shook her head and pushed his comment aside. She had a reason of her being here and she needed to stick to it.
" Look, I'm here looking for someone. I just need to know where he is."
" Is that so lass? Just who you looking for?"
" I need to find Brynjolf. I can't afford to waist any time."

Brynjolf crossed his arms in amusement. If only the girl knew.
" I have an errand I have to do and I need an extra pair of hands, and in my line of work extra hands get well paid. Do it and I'll tell you where he is."
" Does it have to do with your fake elixir?" She spoke with somewhat of a sassy tone. he flashed her his signature smirk in hope to charm her. She had picked it up the con before he even had a chance to sell it to her.
" No, not exactly. But would you like a taste?" he spoke with his accent slipping through stronger usual.
" Just what do you have in mind?" She asked cautiously.

" Simple. I'm going to cause a distraction and I want you to steal Madesi's ring from the strong box under his stand. Then slip it in Brand-shei's pocket without anyone noticing."
" Why Brand-shei?"

A smart one this one was.

" Lets just say someone wants him out of business for good."
She paused and bit her lip in thought. He truly thought he'd have to convince her some more until she finally gave a small nod of her head.
" There isn't any other way to get you to tell me is there?"

" Nope."

She sighed and ran her hand through her bangs that started to fall from her braid. She really didn't want to but what choice did she have?
" Fine."
" Great. Wait for the right time." He reminded before turning and walking back to the stand. He had her right where he wanted her.

Brynjolf rose his voice and began to call everyone over. Slowly but surely they all circled in front of him. As he continued to talk he'd occasionally look over at her, seeing her head disappear behind the stall. It wasn't much longer before she slyly made her way behind Brand-Shei. With her innocent looks no one would ever suspect it was her. Maybe even he too had fallen for them. He didn't see her struggle with anything, the exact opposite of what he had been expecting. It all seemed too easy for her.

Once she was done her hands slipped above the boxes and she stood there casually, looking just as interested as the rest of them. Finally he finished and they all dispersed.

" Looks like I chose the right person for the job." He beamed as she walked up to him. " Here's your payment, as promised."
A look of relief swept over her as she attached the pouch to her belt. Now she wouldn't have to worry about getting a place to sleep and something to eat tonight.

" I'm relieved our plan went off without a hitch with the way things have been going on around here."
" What's been going on?" She asked as she peered up at him through her thick lashes.
Brynjolf nearly spat in annoyance.

" My organization's been have a run of bad luck. But I suppose that is just how it goes. Any ways, you did you're job and you did it surprisingly well. If you think you can handle it then there is more where that came from."

" It's not a matter on if I can do it, it's a matter on if I want to." She answered, ignoring his comment of how well she did. Brynjolf noticed but didn't question her.

" Now the information."

" Ah yes yes." He sighed daringly. " You my dear are talking to him."
Her jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed. That sneaky little bastard!

" Then you have to tell me where Esbern is." She pleaded as she gripped his shoulders, partly out of anger and partly out of excitement. She had to push past her emotions and focus what she came here for. His emerald eyes met hers and the corner of his lips turned up.
" I'm not doing anything else for you." She sneered. He shrugged and stepped away from her.
" Suit yourself lass." He stated simply. He was playing her and she knew it. But little did she know that he needed her just as much as she needed him.

" What do you need me to do?" She called from behind him. He paused then slowly looked over his shoulder, victory building up in his chest.

" Meet me down in the Ragged Flagon and join my organization-"
" No." She interrupted flatly. Brynjolf turned back around and gave another shrug.
" Alright. I guess you'll have to find another way to get your information."

He heard her give a huff before turning to walk off. He saw her storm off towards the Bee and Barb before calling out to her. She turned and he felt as if her eyes could see right through him.

" I'll be here if you ever change your mind."

She flipped him off before turning and disappearing into the Inn. Brynjolf let a laugh escape his lips as he turned and focused back on the market. She would come back. They always came back.

Kyra laid back into the tub as the water swallowed her from the shoulders down. She was looking and asking every where yet the only thing they came up with was to ask Brynjolf. Every god damn day she would see him and he'd ask how she was doing. She would simply say no and walked away. So instead she began to ask around about the Thieves Guild. Many spat at the mentioning of their name, some said that they had helped them greatly. It was to the point she had mixed emotions about it all. She let out a frustrated sigh and sunk deeper into the water.

" Are you alright?" Kharjo asked from around the corner.
" I'm not so sure any more Kharjo. I'm torn." She admitted. He turned his head and gave a flick of his tail. Ever since she stumbled into him and his caravan she had taken a liking for him. She set out and found his moon amulet, the last thing of his home, and he swore to protect her whenever she asked him to follow.
" May I come In?"
" Yea, you can. "
He turned and stepped away from his post just outside of the bathing room. When he came in he never tried to look anywhere else besides her face. She trusted him on everything else, there was no reason not to trust him now.
" Is the rode not leading to warm sands?" He asked with another sway of his tail. She couldn't help but let a smile slip past.
" No it is. It's just the way getting there is questionable."
" Maybe The Khajiit can help." He offered as he sat down. She looked at him for a moment before completely turning to face him, her arms resting on the edge of the wooden tub to hold her up.
" The only way I can get the information I need is to join the thieves guild." She stated simply. Kharjo thought for a moment with a simple nod of his head in understandment.

" I say, that it is ok for you to join." He started slowly then looked up at her. " Yes. I'm sure it's ok."

" How could you know?"

" You have always led me and others to a warm place. I know you will do the same thing by joining."
Kyra looked up at him and saw the positivity in his eyes. Her heart settled and her mind was made up. But she didn't forget the little games Brynjolf had been playing on her. Now it was time for her to switch it around on him.