A Nord Fallen
Chapter 4
Bad Company
Comjul entered the Ragged Flagon, heading for the short Breton man that he had seen before.
Dirge growled when he walked by. Comjul smirked back.
Comjul lay the Goldenglow Estate key, along with the deed and the coin from the safe, all down on the table without a word. The Breton stared at Comjul for a moment, then reach for the deed cautiously. Comjul didn't move, so he picked it up and read. "Oh my. Where did you get this?" He asked, peering at Comjul in surprise.
"Take a guess." Comjul replied in a bored tone.
The mans eyes widened. "But even Vex couldn't...how did you..."
"I have my ways." Comjul said simply. The man stared but when Comjul didn't elaborate, he nodded and stood, leaving the coin and key there.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll be back." He said, heading off to the broom closet everyone seemed so fond of.
A few minutes later, Brynjolf came out of the aforementioned broom closet. "Just couldn't leave well enough alone could you lad." The tall man said, sounding amused.
"I couldn't let another get hurt, when I had the skill to do the job." Comjul said sharply.
Brynjulf eyed him. "Follow me." He said simply and went for the broom closet. Comjul followed. Comjul noted that it was, in fact, a broom closet. But it also had another door on the opposite side as the entryway. This was the door Brynjolf led him through.
"We hit some hard times as of late. This is the first good news we've had in a long time." Brynjolf said, stepping into a very large room. Comjul looked around him and understood what the thief meant. They stopped in front of a pale Breton man with gray and brown hair just under his chin. He looked interested in Comjul. Brynjolf introduced him as Mercer Frey.
"So you hit Goldenglow huh? Good work." Mercer said. "Welcome to the Guild. Get your new armor from Tonilia. Vex and Delvin have extra jobs to do." And with that Mercer reterned to what he was working on, dismissing Comjul with a wave of his hand.
"Welcome to the Guild lad." Brynjolf said. "We don't have anything right now that needs your attention, but I'm sure we will soon." The red haired Nord started to walk away.
"How's Vex?" Comjul asked.
Brynjolf froze. "Compassion? Not something that will get you far in this business lad." He said with a sigh. "But she's doing well." He pointed toward a bed with her in it, then continued on his trek away.
Comjul went back out to the Ragged Flagon, and after a quick game of who's who with the bartender, he began his search for the Redguard woman who had his new armor.
Comjul aproched Tonilia. He relayed to her what Brynjolf had said.
"So you do the job Vex couldn't and you're in huh?" She asked. "So here's your armor. That's the only free set, any replacements or upgrades, you need to buy."
"Thank you ma'am!" Comjul said instinctively. The women eyed him coldly, then promptly ignored him.
He turned and headed for Delvin, the short bald Breton."Let me guess Bynjolf just plucked you off the street and dropped you into the thick of things, without telling you which way is up am I right?" He asked as Comjul approached.
"No sir, you're not." Comjul said flatly. "Heard you had jobs available."
"I handle the Fishin', the Numbers and Bedlam jobs. The ones with a more personal touch. If break-ins are more your style, go talk to Vex. Once she's feelin' better, of course."
"Bedlam jobs?" Comjul asked, sounding intrigued.
"Sometimes, we just like to remind a city that we mean business. Just take whatever you can within the hold and the best part is you get to keep everything you steal. Catch is, you gotta stay in the shadows, don't let anyone see you. So, you in?" Delvin asked.
"Consider it done." Comjul responded. "Where to?"
"Down to business huh? We need more like you. Solitude, sha-...hey where you going? Don't you want to hear how much?"
"Shall we say a thousand septims in goods?" If not more, he thought to himself. This was, after all, the home of the Imperial dogs.
"I was gonna say five hundred bu-"
Comjul didn't hear the rest. It was time for a job.
