I AM SORRY. I'm sorry I haven't been updating, my computer is broken so it can't get internet access, unless I hook it up to another computer with an ethernet cable, which I have fortunately. Soo I'm gonna update the next few chapters, and hope you guys like it.
Chapter 4: A chance arrangement
Even thought fate was probably ruled against her, and this wasn't a good idea in the least, Emery decided to speak to this 'Brynolf' character in the market and see what exactly Frey, Mercer Frey wanted from her.
Outside the alley the sun was peeking out of the clouds, the air was crisp and cold and leaves fell from golden and auburn colored trees, scattering around the feet of locals.
The marketplace was right in front of her and about 6 people were crowded around a small stand with elixirs and potions lining the shelves on either side.
Emery walked lightly forwards and peered around the edge of the crowd to see a nord man with ginger hair and a scruffy beard advertising some sort of falmer blood elixir of health.
Ignoring him, she pushed by the people until she found herself in front of a jewelry stand, a young argonian standing behind it, looking at her with wide eyes.
"Here to buy some jewels? They're all hand crafted" he hissed lightly.
Emery cleared her throat and stepped forwards, balancing her weight on the palms of her hands resting on the stand.
"No actually I was wondering if you've heard of a fellow named Brynolf, I need to speak with him and I have no knowledge of my way around the city"
The argonian narrowed his eyes "Oh you're one of them. Well then, I suspect you'd find him where the crowd of mindless fools are gathered, waiting to waste their gold on yet another useless potion. Come back if you ever need anything!" he says in a raspy tone as the dragonborn turns around and walks back towards the crowd. They break apart before she gets to the front in a chaos of "What a waste of time's" and "Never trust a thief's"
Emery scrunches her eyebrows together and approaches the friendly looking man who was actually probably a thief.
"Need something lass? You look like you could use a bit of extra gold"
"Uh, no actually somebody named Mercer Frey sent me here" the nord's eyes narrow and he speaks in a less welcoming tone this time "I've no idea who Mercer Frey is, but I can offer you a job and some gold to go with it, if you succeed that is" he adds, putting down the falmer blood elixir of health.
Heaving a breath Emery sighs, wishing she could have just come to this stupid city and sought out the jarl and that dragon she wanted Emery to kill, instead of getting tangled up in well, whatever it was she was tangled in.
"Sure" she says sighing again.
Brynolf lets out a chuckle, and it makes him look younger than that familiar scowl did.
"Aye, so a thief at heart then?"
"What?" Emery questions looking back at him "No I'm not really a thief, I've stolen obviously but never actually considered myself a thief"
"Any good at it? Stealing I mean"
Emery chewed her lip. She tried to reason with herself, she was small, light, and easily blended into the shadows, she was also not bad at lockpicking and breaking and entering, but to call herself a thief? She just wasn't sure that was what you would call it.
"I'm a fair lockpicker, and I'm not bad with pickpocketing and breaking and entering"
Brynolf grinned and looked her in the eye "A fine thief then and one ready to make some gold?"
"Okay" Emery says, because this man obviously knew the Breton who had so cockily introduced himself as Frey, Mercer Frey, and she wanted to find out what kind of experiment he was trying to run here and why he wanted her to speak to Brynolf in the first place.
