It was quiet in the Ragged Flagon. Most everyone had gone to bed. A few people stayed up, waiting for Mercer Frey and their new little thief to get back from their mysterious job. They had already been gone for two days and some of their fellow thieves were getting antsy.
Brynjolf, Vex, and Delvon Malory sat at the bar drinking their mead. every head rose up as they heard someone walking toward them.
"Mercer!" Brynjolf jumped from his seat and greeted his Guild Master. The others followed in his suit.
Vex brushed her white hair out of her eyes, "How did the operation go?"
Mercer's look was solemn, "It did not go. She got away. Karliah got away."
Delvon Malory glanced around. "Where is Saorise?"
Mercer looked down, "Karliah killed her."
A stunned silence fell on the group. No one had been expecting news like this.
"By the nine, Mercer! It can't be true!" Brynjolf cried out. "She can't really be... dead!"
"Her soul rests in Sovrengarde. She is dead." Mercer's voice held no remorse, which was no surprise to any of them. They all knew that Frey disliked the girl.
Brynjolf lowered his head, "Poor lass. Down by the hands of a traitor... No one deserves to go like that." A pained expression showed on his face.
Mercer walked away.
Vex and Delvon glanced at each other. Brynjolf seemed to be taking this news hard. He was the one who brought the girl into the Guild, after all.
"So much promise..." Brynjolf muttered, pacing slowly. "Damn that Karliah! Damn her into Oblivion!"
Delvon and Vex walked to bed, leaving Brynjolf to his mourning. They knew that they could do nothing to ease their friend's pain. Saorise the thief, the Dovahkiin, was gone forever...
(End)
AN
So I think this turned out WAAAAAAAYYY better than the last one. It's short, but whatever. Anyways, this is just my take of what happened when Mercer Frey returned to the Ragged Flagon with no Dragon Born to be found. I hope you enjoyed this! If you don't review I'll send my buddy Cicero after you!