(A/N: hello! I havent published any of my work in a few years so I apologize ahead of time. I dont own the elder scrolls/skyrim thats property of bethesda! Anyway im sorry its short, just testing the waters.)

"Wi-Wilndhelm?" The words caught in my throat.

"Aye, there a problem with that?" Delvin asked raising an eyebrow to me.

I shook my head. He flashed me a look of concern before picking his book up from the table. "Get to it then"

I turned and started heading to the cistern when I felt eyes following me. "Hi Brynjolf" I said to the dark corner he had been lurking in.

He popped his head out "Damn, how do you always know?"

"Wasn't it you that told me to learn when eyes are following you?"

He laughed and stepped out completely "Off on a job I assume" he stated looking at the contract in my hand

"Yeah, Windhelm. Robbing some poor sod of his stuff" I flashed him a smile.

"Aye thats a cold one lass. Watch out for those Strormcloaks, Ulfrics got them at every corner now a days"

Ulfric. That name nearly took the air out of my lungs. I hadn't heard his name in nearly 5 years.

Brynjolf noticed my change in demeanor "You alright, lass?" He asked

I nodded "Yeah Ive just had my fair share of running into soldiers. Stormcloaks are the worst I feel."

He laughed. "What? is the master theif afraid of some blokes in tin cans?"

I punched his arm "Unlike you I have important things to do. Make sure theres enough mead when I get back, alright?"

"Theres never enough mead when youre around"

We laughed and then I started to pack the things I would need. The last place I wanted to go was Windhelm. But, it was for the Guild. And so off to my supposed doom I go.