So here's Chapter 2. It's not very long either, but things are just starting to happen.

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Chapter 2

The rest of the day went by in a blur, as all do-nothing days go. I sold the crab meat and slaughterfish to The Feed Bag, as no one else really wanted it. A man in Weye bought a few scales, but I brought the price down a lot because of sympathy for a retired fisherman. It wasn't until night that anything worth mentioning happened.

Get your mind out of the gutter before I drag it out.

I'm talking about Shady Sam, who will buy anything from anyone. Despite my contacts is the Thieves Guild, the nearest fence is still a few hours away, usually more unless I steal a horse. Sam buys and sells stolen goods as well as legally bought items. He doesn't have much money, so anything worth more than 50 septims ought to be saved and sold to a fence. I can't trust him, he knows I'm a thief and would sell me out for a few gold if he thought it would help him, but then again, reporting me would draw attention to both myself AND him, so we have a mutual, though unspoken, agreement.

"Look who it is, my favorite customer." He greeted me with a smile and a glint in his eye.

"I'm sure your favorite customer has been here a few times already." And he was wearing something different every time, probably was a girl once or twice.

His eyes narrowed, but his smile didn't falter. "Touché."

I held out a bronze amulet. "15 septims, and throw in a lockpick."

"Hmmm…" He examined it carefully, and considered my offer. "It's from Red Diamond, I'll pay 10 and 2 lockpicks. When that place is robbed people start snooping around, and no one wants that."

"Deal," I pulled out a strip of red cloth. "I couldn't get any of the finished products. It's from Divine Elegance though, so it's worth something."

"4 septims." He's looking for an easy sell, might be running low on cloth in his inventory.

"No way! I could sell it in the Market District for 7, or even the Waterfront for 5."

"Alright, 6 and I'll add this." He pulled out a few stalks of aloe. They weren't very big, and not worth much, but they still had medicinal qualities.

"Deal." I took the money and plants, and he tucked away the cloth for the moment; it was a good deal for him, and could be sold for a good price later. I turned my back to him to leave, but clutched my iron dagger beneath my light cloak until I had passed back through the gates.

I stopped by my house to drop off my profit and pick up a loaf of bread. After my decent haul that morning and well enough deal with Sam, I decided I would celebrate my lazy day with dinner outside. I shed my cloak and wrapped the bread in a strip of pale cloth. Feeling a bit optimistic, I slipped in some venison to eat with it.

I locked my door and slipped into the docks unnoticed, and entered the Bloated Float for a quick errand.

"Hello, I'd like to-" I started as I walked up to the Altmer at the counter.

"Oh, are you renting a room! How nice, here for the-"

"No, I'd just like to buy some grapes." I cut the Altmer off before he could try to sell me a room.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We don't get many customers." He looked at me a little closer. "Hey, haven't I seen you somewhere?"

"Probably: I fish around here most mornings."

"Ah yes, that's it." He reached behind the counter and came back with a small bunch of grapes. "Here you are." I handed him a couple gold.

"Thank you…"

"Ormil. Come back anytime." He said, and I stepped back out.

I tucked the grapes away, along with a bunch of blackberries. They had been sitting on a table, so I snatched them when his back was turned. I've been meaning to make jam for a while now, but haven't gotten out to get the ingredients.

I walked back through the tall archways that cut off the main docks to go around behind my house and sit down beneath a tree. I spread out my small lunch and began to eat the loaf of bread.

"Citizen, what are you doing out here?" I looked up to see a guard walking toward me.

"Eating, why do you ask?" I replied, setting my bread down. The guard made his way over and I realized he wasn't exactly a guard. He was a Guard Captain, and none other than Hieronymus Lex: the one person no thief ever wants to talk to.

I just wanted to eat outside, it's not like I killed someone. Oh no, what if it's the berries? He couldn't know about that, I mean, he didn't see me. Did he? Oh, I can't afford to have a bounty. Those are recorded…

"Someone stole some of the recent tax payments. Do you know anything?" I smothered a sigh and registered exactly what he said. I knew the tax payments had been higher, but no one had said anything about stealing the money back.

"No. It sounds a little desperate though. I wouldn't look into it." Because I'm a thief too, not a guard; in reality this sounded like something Armand would think up as a warning to the guard. The guard, on the other hand, would think it a threat.

"True, but with all the commotion after the Emperor's death, I wanted to check all the possibilities." Lex translation: "With all these thieves running around, I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to put them all behind bars."

"I know exactly what you mean."