Sorry this chapter is probably short... Without being able to play to add to my inspiration I am kinda winging it and using vids to help ease me through it. Hope everyone likes it.

Sliding through the crowd as the red headed Nord began calling those in the market to him, Nera smiled to herself. She had to admit the Nord was skilled in distraction, flirting with some of the ladies and playful as he stalled till she was in place. Once she was sure no one but the Nord had seen her at Medesi's stall she crouched down, pulling her trusty lockpicks out. It took only a few moments for her to pick the lock on the stall and the small box inside. Quickly she pocketed the ring and slid the door shut silently, her eyes glancing around her as she stood. The suave red head was still keeping the attention of those in the market, allowing her time to find a good hiding spot behind Brand Shei. This was going to be the harder part for her. She was good at stealing. Not so good at pick pocketing, much less reverse pickpocketing. She pulled the ring she had taken from Madesi's stall from her pocket, then sent a silent prayer to the Divines and anyone wiling to hear her plea for safety. Ever so carefully, she reach forward, slowly slipping her hand into the pocket of the Dunmer before releasing the trinket. Slowly she removed her hand and stood, nodding towards the red head as she moved away. She didn't go close to him as he ended his spiel and everyone began to disperse so that no one would place the pair together should she have messed up.

As Nera waited for the crowds to disperse enough to be paid she watched the man who had chosen to hire her. The thick locks of his copper colored hair fell across his forehead as he said farewells to one of the ladies, his sparkling green eyes glancing around the market. Nera chuckled under her breath, knowing he was looking her even as she watched him silently from a distance, Her arms crossed over her chest as she watched him finally get the last of those whom had circled him to leave, his eyes finally finding her leaning against one of the low stone walls. Her breath caught when she saw the look in his eyes, something indescribable filling her. She pushed the feeling away, her typical smirk finding its way to her lips as she walked over to the tall broad shouldered male. She leaned against his stall, her blood red eyes looking out to the marketplace as she waited for him to speak. Though she hadn't watched the too smooth Nord as she had been doing what he had asked she wasn't dumb. She had almost felt his eyes watching her every move, even when her hand had slid into Brand Shei's pocket. She may have been out of sight of the guards but the man who was pretending to pack away his "Falmer Blood Elixer" at the moment had made sure to know what she was doing and how.

"Looks like I choose the right person for the job, lass. And here you go... your payment, just as I promised." the Nord said as he handed her a small bag of septims. Nera pocketed the coin, not bothering to check the amount right now. Before she could say anything the man smiled a bit wryly and shook his head. "The way things have been going around here, it's a relief that our plan went off without a hitch."

"What's been going on?" Nera asked, curiosity tinging her husky voice. Amusement filled the Bosmer's mind as she watched the the man shrug a bit, his action not hiding the fact he was visibly stressed from what ever had him speaking up. His deep green depths sparkled with hidden amusement, however, most likely from her interest in something not truly her problem. "My organization's been hit with a run of bad luck, but I suppose that's how it goes."

As he spoke the man moved a bit closer to Nera, making her look up to him. She wasn't unused to being shorter than the men of Skyrim, in fact she was pretty sure there must be a rule about Nord men being giants compared to the Bosmer women. However, the nearness of the one who stood before her had Nera's heart racing. A small part of her felt almost hunted, which felt oddly ironic since she had not only joined the Dawnguard but she was a member of the Circle within the Companions. Her wolf typically made her feel tougher than most of the men she met on her travels. The man before her, on the other hand, had her wolf backing down and showing it's belly. The thought made Nera cringe internally before she refocused on what the copper haired giant was saying. "...More where that came from... That is if you think you are up to it."

"I can handle it." Nera retorted, then had a moment of kicking herself mentally. The Nord seemed to know she couldn't pass a challenge and had preyed upon that small character flaw she had easily. The male smiled, reenforcing her thought with it's triumphant appearance, before turning from her and resuming packing away things. "All right then. Let's put that to the test. The group I represent has its home in the Ratway beneath Riften, a tavern named The Ragged Flagon. Get there in one piece and we'll see if you have what it takes."

Nera's eyes narrow as he turned away, seeming as though he was dismissing her. She raised an eyebrow and tapped his arm, making him look into her eyes as her smirk returned to her lips. "Where's the entrance then? You will have to forgive the fact it will be a day or two before I show as well. I told you I have more important things to do."

Bryn nearly laughed at the way the woman questioned him, her following statement adding to his mirth. The lass had a mouth on her, that was for sure. However he had a feeling she was beginning to catch on to the fact he was attempting to reel her in closer to him. He pushed that nagging thought away as he shrugged and leaned against the post she was leaning on. "See those stairs leading up to the Keep? Walk towards them and you will notice some stairs leading down to the water. Across a few planks of wood is a gate in front of a door. There's the entrance to the Ratway. If you manage to get to the Flagon, and a man named Dirge stops you, tell him Brynjolf told you to come."

He watched as the lass's eyes glinted a bit with hidden laughter before realizing he hadn't even introduced himself until now. Before he could remedy that with a slightly better late introduction she pushed herself from the wooden stall, her smirk a bit more flirty than it had been, "Brynjolf, eh? Well Brynjolf I am Nera. And I am sure you will see plenty more of me... when I decide to come back that is."

With that parting remark she wiggled her fingers at him, as a sort of wave, and walked off to the Bee and Barb. Brynjolf watched the fiery little Bosmer walk away, a smirk of pure indulgence dancing across his lips. "Aya lass... I am sure I will as well."