I was in Riften, where many pockets were fresh for the picking. Let me clarify: My name is Breanna, and I'm a 27 year old Nord with thick, braided, red hair, also a thieving prodigy. I've been able to pick pockets since I was five. Never done an honest day's work in my life. I've had an Ebony Dagger that I've had mastered since fourteen. And other than thieving, I've also had a keen knowledge of the Arcane Arts to back me up. Been caught pickpocketing? Not a problem when you have an Ice Spear to finish without a sound.
I had a set of black hooded Destruction Robes that I'd enchanted myself. Always wore them, never slept in the same place twice. But, back to where we were. I was leaning against a pole in the shadows at night, waiting for potentials to show up. Here came that Snow-Shod. I picked him dry, and he walked on like nothing happened. I leaned against the pole, twirling a coin in my fingers.
I looked around, and saw someone likely looking. I grinned, and snuck again. I picked him dry, then snuck back into the shadows. Just before I stood up, I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned around quickly with a look of slight fear. "Whoa, whoa, easy there, mate." He said with a thick accent. "I was just admiring your work. What 'n all did you get offa 'im?" I grinned, and said "Fellow thief, eh? I got two amethysts, a flawless emerald, a glass dagger, and some Dwarven Arrows."
His eyes grew, and he said "You got all that in one lick? Well done, my friend." – "Had lots of practice. Been picking pockets since six. And, a master mage since fourteen. Had the dagger mastered at twenty-two. And, a good archer. Prefer magic, though." He nodded, and said "Well, my name is Delvin Mallory, milady. I represent an organization known as the Thieves Guild. You'd fit right in, and get very rich in the process. We could really use a set of hands like yours. What do you say?"
"If I can make some quick coin, I'm in. I need a stable place to call home, anyway. Never slept in the same place twice. Heard Riften was crawling with rabble and cutthroats… Perfect place for me." He laughed and said "You and I are going to get along quite nicely." As he threw an arm around me, and went through the Ratway. Set a few Skeevers a blaze, and killed some lowlife hiding outside the door the Ragged Flagon. He opened the door for me, and I walked through. "You're never gonna believe what I plucked offa the street!" He yelled.
"Delvin, this better be good." I heard a man yell. He walked me over there, and he said "You shoulda seen 'er! I hid behind a bush and watched as she picked every person that passed her clean! I watched her take two amethysts, a flawless emerald, a glass dagger, and some Dwarven arrows all in one sitting! The guy just kept walking like nothing happened! She's a master mage, a master dagger, and an archer. She was picking people clean left and right. No one even saw her. She even broke into a few merchant stands. While they were selling!"
I saw a man step out of the shadows, and say "Well, I know Delvin isn't one to lie about things of this matter. My name's Dirge." I nodded and shook his hand. "Breanna." I said shortly. A man with a broom approached me with an outstretched hand. "Vekel the Man. A pleasure to meet you, my lady." Then Thrynn, Rune, and Vipir the Fleet introduced themselves to me. I turned to Delvin, and said "I'm in terrible need of a fence. I've been carrying some of this around for ages." – "Wait, she has the same accent as Brynjolf!" I heard Thrynn say. He grinned and said "I would guess so. The Guild's fence is Tonilia. Be good to her, and she'll make you rich. Tonilia, come over here please!"
She came over and said "Ah, so you're what this whole uproar is about. Alright, show me what you've got." I walked over to a table, and she followed me. I pulled out countless gems, jewelry pieces, clothes, weapons, books and other valuables. Her eyes grew wide, and she looked at me with a look that said "You have got to be kidding me." I saw a man with red hair walk out of a door and say "What's all the fuss about in here?" When he saw the pile of stolen goods, he stopped cold. "You've got a lot of work to do, Tonilia." Vipir said in a teasing tone.
She looked at him confidently and said "On the contrary. I've done this for a long time. Watch this." Then she quickly separated everything into different piles, and counted them up, then made a sum up in her head, and shoved a huge bag of gold in my face. "Ah, a smart one, you are. I can respect that." I turned around and saw the red head staring at me discreetly. I pushed my curls behind my ear, then walked back to Delvin. "She has the same accent as Bryn…" She said.
I saw the man turn slightly red, and look away, but he looked at me again. "Oh yeah, this is Brynjolf. He's one of our biggest assets." Delvin said, pointing to the man that had been staring at me. He smiled nervously, and said "Hi, I'm Brynjolf. But you can call me Bryn. Everyone else does. Unless, that is, you don't want to." As I shook his hand. "No, I like Bryn. It's short and to-the-point." I said with a smile, as I looked into his eyes. He nodded and smiled, and I looked at Delvin, who was looking at Brynjolf with a cocked eyebrow and a sly grin.
"Okay…" Delvin started. "Uh, Tonilia, why don't you take her into the Cistern to get fitted for armor?" – "Alright. Come with me, Breanna." I followed her into the Cistern, and out of sight.
As soon as the door closed, Brynjolf stared at it. Delvin chuckled, and said "So, you've got a thing for little Breanna, eh? Can't say I blame you." Brynjolf turned around with a skeptical look, and said "What?" Delvin smiled and said "Don't play stupid with me. You were stumbling over every word you said, and you were eyeing her like a sweetroll."
Bryn gave it up. Delvin was his best friend, and he couldn't sneak anything past him. He sighed and slapped his hand on his forehead, and said "Oh, Delvin… Be honest with me. Did I make a fool out of myself?" – "Well, I thought so. But she seemed not to notice." Brynjolf plopped down in the chair, and said "I don't know if that's a good thing." Delvin smiled, and sat down across from him, and said "I dunno, but when I talked to her in the square, it was like I was talking straight to you. She's quiet, doesn't care much for talk. She's nice, a top notch thief, and to top it off, she's quite a beauty. She's a full package for you."
Brynjolf blushed, unable to hide it. Delvin laughed and said "It's that bad, eh? Vekel, can you bring us a few pints?" He smiled, poured it out, and said "It's on the house, my friends." He patted Bryn on the shoulder before he went back to cleaning the tankards. Brynjolf picked up the tankard, and just looked at it. "Well, are you gonna drink it?" Delvin asked. Brynjolf looked at him with a white face, and said "I… I don't want it. I feel… Content." Delvin shook his head, and said "You've got it worse than I thought."