Fawn knew that it was a trap. She feared for Ulfric ever since he had left for Darkwater Crossing. She didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know if there was anything she could do about it. But more than anything, she didn't know why she cared so much. She refused to believe that she was actually growing fond of the old bear. Still, he was rather sweet. And he smelled good, like spiced meats and mead. Fawn never really cared for the taste of mead. She preferred spiced wine. But the smell was something that she had grown to enjoy.

Fawn shook her head and sat herself down in a chair, glancing over papers that were scattered about Ulfric's table. None of them held her interest, but she committed a few details to mind, in case she needed them. Underneath the pile, though, was a letter with an all too familiar symbol on it. She tore open the letter and read the three words quickly before tossing the letter into the fireplace.

What did the Guild want with her now? She hadn't spoken to Brynjolf in several months. The only person who actually knew where she was was Vipir, but that was only insurance. Vipir lied so often that no one would believe him if he told them where she was. She could only assume the letter came from him.

She rose from the chair and made her way to the tin window. She had to turn sideways to fit through it, but managed anyways. She was rather skilled at it by now. She scaled the wall quickly, being wary of the icy stones, and made it to the bottom and into the city, climbing down right in front of the New Gnisis Cornerclub. Walking in, she spotted the hooded figure in the corner almost immediately and pulled up a chair beside him.

"Vipir," she greeted simply, grasping the tankard in front of him and smelling it, finding it to be Argonian Mead, and set it down again in front of him. She then chuckled and added sarcastically, "'the Fleet.'"

"I was in town, Mira," he replied, "Thought you might want to know. Meet up. Talk about a few things."

"Like what? You looking to join the rebellion?" she scoffed, "And that's not my name anymore."

"You don't get to name yourself, Fawn," he replied.

She shrugged, "You did. And I'll have you know, I didn't. And no, you don't get to know who did. But, anyways, tell me, Vipir, why are you here?"

"Why don't you get a drink and we'll talk?"

"Why don't you buy me a drink, lady killer?"

Vipir slid his mead towards her. She scowled and glared at him before standing up and buying herself a bottle of alto wine. She sat down, slammed her tankard down and poured a bit of the wine into it. She sucked it back, finding it agreeable, and then proceeding to drink from the bottle.

"You're different, Fawn," Vipir noted, "You're angry."

"I'm not angry," she replied, "This is how I act when I'm stressed."

"Something wrong?"

"Nothing you need worry about. Why am I here?"

"Well, there's the Guild's business. They want you back. Well, Brynjolf wants you back. He's been missing you. Plus, there was a rumor spreading about that you were dead. Brynjolf still thinks of you as his responsibility."

"Well, I'm not coming back just yet. I have far too many things to do here first. But do tell Bryn I'm alive. I'm not ready to face a pissed off Brynjolf just yet. Not to mention Mercer won't be thrilled to know I've been running this gig behind his back."

"And what is this 'gig' your pulling, Fawn."

"None of your damned business, that's what."

"Come on, Fawn. You know I can keep a secret."

"No, I know that no one would believe you if told anyone, they wouldn't believe you at this point."

"I didn't tell anyone where you were, Fawn."

"Bullshit. I can always tell when you're lying. I've made sure of that. I can tell when anyone's lying."

"Well, I'm a better pickpocket than you."

"Everyone's a better pickpocket than me. I have to knock someone out to take their house keys."

"I've offered to train you, Fawn. Several times."

Fawn sighed, "I know."

"I can help you with your heist, you know that, too."

Fawn sat pondering that. Anyone who wanted to could help her with her heist. But Vipir was here and offering. She didn't like it, but she wanted to make sure Ulfric was okay.

"If you really want to help," she said, "I need you to take me to help me find Ulfric Stormcloak. My plan relies on a Stormcloak victory and it's difficult to ensure that when the leader of the rebellion has gone missing."

"Well, I don't know where he is, but the rumor is that he's being taken to Helgen," Vipir grinned, having had knowledge she hadn't.

"What?" she gasped, "How…how do you know that? I haven't heard anything!"

"Nor would you in the big ol' palace over there. You need to get out in the world, Fawn. You need to rob people in places that aren't walled up. Like Darkwater Crossing."

"You came from Darkwater Crossing? Vipir! What happened?" she stood up now and grabbed him by the collar and shook him.

"Woah! Fawn, easy now! The Stormcloaks were caught in an Imperial ambush. They captured them without a fight and are taking them to Helgen. I heard the old general whispering that bit."

"Do you have a horse? Can you take me to Helgen?"

"Fawn, I told Vex that I'd be back by tomorrow—"

"I'll owe you!" Fawn blurted out, "Please, just help me out, Vipir. I'll owe you a favor."

Vipir grinned, "A favor you say? I suppose Vex can wait."

"We need to leave. Right now."

"Fine, fine. Come on. But you'll owe me."

Vipir threw a small purse of gold onto the table and the two thieves exited the building.