Okay time to get into the story! Remember REVIEW! (please) And OMG I am going so ADHD right now so this took forever to write and I know it's probably not my best work.

The guards at the Riften gate eyed the 16 year old girl as she walked up to the gate. She looked fairly rich with the fancy cloak and ornate dagger at her waist. The hairpiece upon her ebony hair consisted of three diamonds and a ruby.

"Halt! You'll need to pay the visitors' tax before entering the city!" The Guard spoke out.

Grace cocked her head to the side and frowned, "What for?"

"For the privilege of entering the city of course!" he said nastily.

"With a bit more practice you might actually get the folks to believe you're a real guard! Try your shakedown on someone else." Grace retorted and stormed into the city.

Silently she crept up behind a real guard and slipped is bow out of its sheath. Unbeknownst to her, a tall redhead was watching her every move evaluating her skills. He watched as she rolled out of sight into the market place.

She reminded him of a certain red-headed Nord in his past; himself. Grace delicately sat on the cleanest piece of ground she could find and began rummaging through a basket. I can't believe I'm finally here. She thought to herself. It's been too long, much much too long.

Without delay the tall Nord walked over to the young girl. "Hey lass, mind telling me where you got that bow?"

Grace's eyes widened, "I erm, got it from a friend?" She said quickly.

"No, I saw you steal that from that guard over there. My name's Brynjolf by the way lass." Brynjolf smiled at the girl.

"You're not here to scold me then?" She asked realizing who he must be.

"No child-"

He was cut off by his body being flipped over a delicate shoulder. "I'm not a child!" Grace yelled, attracting many stange looks from strangers. "Sorry," she immediately apologized and offered a hand to him.

"I guess you don't take to kindly to being called a child then?" he said cautiously, "Quite a temper you got there."

"Again, I'm sorry! Here look at the pretty birdy!" She held out the dove Lucy.

"Ha! Cute, but I have a bit of a proposition to make, if you're interested..." Brynjolf offered.

"I'm listening..."

"Simple, I'm going to start a distraction and your going to steal the ring from Madesi's strong-box and place it in Brand-Shei's pocket without him noticing that you've done it." he stated.

"Okay, But why Brand-Shei?"

"Someone wants to put Brand'Shei out of business permanently, that's all you need to know for now"

"Alright I'm ready!"

Grace slipped into the shadows and started for Madesi's stand. Finally reaching the door to find it locked, she pulled out a stash of lockpicks and with ease picked through the simple locks. Then, in the perfect position behind the crowd, a skeptical elf by the name of Brand-Shei sat. Silently creeping up behind him, Grace planted the ring in his satchel tied to his belt and rolled out of sight.

"I'm afraid that's all the time I have for today!" Brynjolf simply put and walked away from his little stand. "Whoa lass, you seem to have what it takes to be a thief. I'd like to extend an invitation to our little organization down at the Flaggon. Make it there in one piece and we'll talk."

"Okay I get the picture. So what, did you hire some sort of mercenary or something?" Grace asked.

"Or something, see you in the Flaggon." he said as he began walking away.

"Hold up honey-words! Don't I deserve a bit of compensation for all that?" she halted him accusingly.

"You're smart as a whip lass! Here's for all your trouble." He passed her 100 septim's.

Grace smiled at her new friend, "I'll be seeing you around then?"

Bynjolf smiled right back, "You can count on it!"

Okay! I sincerely hope you enjoyed this little chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Little future note, No Brynjolf/MainChar. will be going on but there will be romance rest assured!