Patience.

Patience was a word that was commonly directed at the young khajiit by his mother, In many different situations: From when he was waiting for her to order a book from outside Skyrim, to waiting for his father to finally come back from one of his "Business ventures", patience was always a word she used in a time like this. This cat was a boy that respected and served his family at all times, especially when it came to his mother's words, But in this situation, The word "patience" was simply useless. His tail was wagging half as fast as a dog's tail would, and his body was shuddering slightly due to the high anticipation of the moment. His heart was thumping hard, And he tapped his fingers against his crossed arms as he leaned on the wall of his home, Prepared to leave for good. his mother should have been down by now, But she must be taking her time. The young khajiit, Ly'ro Si'tani, did not blame her at the slightest.

The khajiit was about 5'7, with a coat of black fur similar to his father's, and a pair of luminescent, green, piercing eyes. A well-trimmed black mohawk was on top of his head, with a few strings of hair hanging down to his face. He was a mere eighteen years old, trained in the art of stealth, secrecy, and other ill intentions since the younger age of thirteen. This was necessary, as this young khajiit was the son of the Thieve's Guildmaster, Dar'jo Si'tani, and had come of age to set foot within the guild's activities.

Ly'ro was still dealing with minor anxiety, So in efforts to pass the time, He decided to revise his traveling gear(for the third time). He smiled and looked at his own garments: The Thieves Guild armor, The armor he had been training in the art of stealth for so long to be worthy of equipping. He specifically desired the gray, Sleeveless variant of the armor for the sake of increased dexterity and nimbleness in combat. On top of that, he also thought that version of the armor was much more "stylish". He brandished his weapon of choice from his back side, Just above his tail; An enchanted dagger, Purchased and smuggled from the College of Winterhold, To his possession. According to his father, It was specifically nicknamed, "The Carapace Bane". The reason why the blade carried this nickname, He forgot. He hoped it would come back to him eventually. He also hoped he wouldn't have to use the blade at all; While he certainly was not afraid of a battle, he only desired theft, not death. He sheathed his dagger back on his side, And rummaged through his backpack. His inventory contained the basics of traveling, Along with a few leisure items: Bottled Water, Salmon steak , A copy of "Surfeit of Thieves", A pocket watch, and a torch. All of these, he assumed were necessary for his travels, Be it a simple ride on the carriage, or a walk through the northern mountains. As he Anxiously looked through his things, he neglected to notice his mother already had appeared, prepared to give him his delivery item, and send him off.

Her expression was neutral at the moment, But Ly'ro knew she was both happy and sad at the fact that he was leaving for good now. She was carrying some odd package, Wrapped in linen and leather straps.

As Ly'ro repacked the items in his bag, he asked with a great enthusiastic voice, "I presume that is apart of my commission?"

She nodded and approached him slowly.

Ly'ro continued, "What lies within that bundle of wraps?"

"If your father wanted you to know what was in this package, It wouldn't have the wraps over it." She replied in a somewhat surly manner. Ly'ro's entire family were khajiits birthed far outside from their desert homeland of Elsweyr. With being birthed and raised in different homelands, their family adapted to their surroundings. That being said, their bodies prefer the coldness of Skyrim, and their khajiit tongues spoke fluently like any other man.

Ly'ro placed the package in his inventory and readied his bag on his back. Assuming It was finally time to go, His enthusiasm intensified further, "Alright! So, what is the task at hand, Mother?"

She crossed her arms. "Well, Aren't we eager to start our new 'profession' as a filthy thief?" Ly'ro's mother, Kissina, Was no thief, and had no skill in combat or anything in the adventurer profession; She was but a mere house-wife, raising their children to adulthood.

Ly'ro raised a brow. "You weren't acting as if that was a bad thing when I told you I wouldn't be in the house anymore."

"Well, when I know that you'll also be thrust against your will to serve an overglorified gang, I think otherwise..."

Ly'ro shrugged his shoulders. He knew that he didn't have a choice in the matter on whether or not he wanted to serve the guild, but he never thought about it on purpose. He quickly avoided that remark. "Well, I'm working for the overglorified gang now, and my sister's no different too."

Her face turned sour as she raised her voice in anger. She seemed to have been holding her emotions in for a while. "Well you know what? I didn't want you or your sister Sharia to follow down your father's-"

Ly'ro cut her off so our housecarl, Jordis, Didn't hear her yelling. "Listen, Mother! Please, calm down."

After a few breaths, Her head hung low in the sad reality. Ly'ro knew she wasn't happy, but she never realized she was this distraught over the situation, she had been taking it very normally in the past. "Ly'ro... I wanted you to live an honest life, far, far away from this... I wanted the same for your sister, as well. Ive seen those thieve's guild types. You're a sweet, sweet boy, and you care for others and what they think... you wouldn't... you aren't like them, and I don't want you to become like them!"

"Like what?"

"Mindless, heartless crooks, only obsessed with money!"

"But, how could I become anything like that? I've lived in a prestigious manor every since I was born." He approached her, attempting to wrap his arms around her. "Look, I'm sorry, mother... I didn't know you were this angry about the-"

As He attempted to comfort her, She shoved him with one arm as her other arm covered her face, Which Ly'ro had thought was in tears. "Ly'ro... my cub... you are my flesh and blood, But..." She raised her head and looked me directly in the eyes. "...This isn't the time. Not now. You're... right. You're not like them. You couldn't become like them... or your father... could you?"

Ly'ro grew a smile on his face. "Not a chance!"

"Good." She stared at him with a smile on her face for a little while longer and then, after wiping her eyes dry, got back to the subject, Which was Ly'ro's first job for the guild. "Your first assignment for the guild is a simple delivery job."

Ly'ro shook his head and refocused myself as she said that.

His mother continued, "The package I gave you is to be delivered to an argonian man, named, 'Walks-in-shadows' in the canal locksmith in Riften; You may or may not meet up with your sister on the way there." She handed him the package, walked past him to the table, and took a seat as well as a deep breath. "After you deliver the package to the argonian, he should tell you where the thieves guild headquarters is, Then you can take more jobs from the members and doyens that reside within it. That is all."

Doing his best to not worry about how his mother felt, he walked to the door, Ready to leave.

Before he could touch the knob, his mother called him again.

"Ly'ro... My cub..." She looked at me with a smile and a wave, and said, "...Best of luck to you."

He smiled back at her, Nodded slowly, and without another word, Left his home.

Ly'ro took his steps out of the door outside; His eyes squinted slightly at the brightness outside, for it was his first time coming out today. He undoubtedly was not going to travel to Riften on foot, So his first thoughts were to purchase a carriage ride there. He began taking the walk towards the city gate. A carriage ride from Solitude to Riften was going to be quite the trip, so he relaxed a little, and preserved his enthusiasm until he actually arrived at Riften. When his thoughts were empty and my walk was getting dull, I decided to simply be the person I was, since I was a kitten; A nosy sneak.

Ly'ro's childhood wasn't a very social one, and he rarely had people to speak to in childhood; A result of never having any friends in his life. Being the son of the thieve's guildmaster gives off rumors, and rumors cause certain children's parents to tell their own sons and daughters to stay away from them anyone related to them. Being apart of the only khajiit family in Solitude didn't exactly help either. So he chose to simply listen into other's conversations and inspect how they were. Many people in Solitude would be surprised by how much the young khajiit knew about them. When he started paying attention, he noticed a few guards eyeing him and giving him nasty looks, something that was actually a first time experience for him. One guard in particular, was very clear in his expression. He was staring directly at him, eyes squinted.

Ly'ro stopped and looked back at him with a brow raised. "Can I help you...?" He asked, with attempted normality.

"I know Thieves Guild armor when I see it, You're not fooling anyone, scum!" The guard replied quickly and antagonistically.

Ly'ro grinned after a few seconds of pretending to be oblivious. Even though his never asked to be who he was, it felt nice for him to be acknowledged, even if it wasn't for anything good. Ly'ro lived a life of growing up to be ignored and looked over due to the rumors told of his family being related to the guild, and relished in having any form of attention paid to him from the outside world, even if it was negative. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He said, with obvious sarcasm.

"Just keep it moving... 'citizen'." The guard then spit, and afterwards ignored his presence, Not even looking in his general field of direction.

Ly'ro ignored the guard's childish actions and continued to the Solitude gates. He didn't blame him for his hatred and disgust towards him, however. He totally understood: Since the civil war ended, the Dark Brotherhood was destroyed, and the dragon crisis was averted by the dragonborn two decades ago, the guards had little to distract them from their average duties, and bandit's have been less and less brazen those days, so they were quite uncommon.

That being said, The Thieve's Guild and a few other undesirables are the only things left people had to despise these days. Ly'ro merely wished these guards and people would understand that just because he was a guild thief, doesn't mean he's this mindless, soulless sociopath they label him as. He was not asking for anyone's sympathy, and he knew them feeling such a way would never occur, but he wish someone outside of his family would understand a few things about him and his kin. he wondered if they realized how awkward it was, being born into a family of thieves; Or better yet, knowing how awkward it is, having the guild-master of the Thieves Guild as your father. He never asked to be in such a position. He just desired someone outside of my family to vent that frustration towards, because he was sure his mother and Jordis, the housecarl understood completely. This was apart of why Ly'ro was excited to go off on his own finally; Maybe he could find someone like that, though he doubted it.

As he finished rambling to himself, he arrived at the main gate to Solitude. The gate keepers, looking bored and lazy, let him outside, and he went down the road to find the nearest carriage. Leaving the city of stone and markets behind and seeing and smelling some trees and natural foliage was a nice change of pace; He never went outside the city a lot aside from when he was being trained. He arrived at the carriage, Stationed at the first watchtower outside Solitude, surveying Katla's farm. It was the evening of tirdas, So he knew that the coach wouldn't be preoccupied with snobby peddlers or half-witted adventurers, seeking an early grave. It did, however, have a single, pale skinned woman in black robes, carrying a satchel with a few feathers sticking out of it. She looked as if she were in her early 20's, and had a distant, somewhat psychotic look in her eyes. Paranoia and unknowing had Ly'ro in fear, Causing him to assume that she was a necromancer, Trying to get an easy picking of test subjects, or undead slaves, or worse. He called the carriage driver. He looked at him patiently, waiting for my response.

"Khajiit?" He said.

"Where is this carriage stopping?" Ly'ro attempted to relax, getting on the carriage, sitting away from the black-clothed woman.

"We're stopping at Whiterun, then at Riften, and back." He replied.

Still worrisome of the second passenger, he asked,"How long does it take to get to Riften at average time?"

"You'll be there by nightfall, most likely."

"Alright, thanks." He took a small breath and waited for the carriage to embark. Calming down, He retrieved his book and began reading, and minutes later, the carriage began moving and the journey to Riften began.