Brynjolf watched Maevyn from across the cistern as she examined her newly acquired armor, watching her as she took note of the many pockets that were attached to the chest piece and pants. He enjoyed seeing her face light up as she discovered each new hidden pocket, like she received an unexpected gift. He then watched as she placed the items on her new bed and walk around the cavern, stopping at each person that was present.

Brynjolf noticed she did not have an air of superiority about her, as most of the members here did; she was quiet, but missed no detail that passed her vision. He liked that about Maevyn; she didn't think herself above others, she was humble, and that was important to Brynjolf. That was the first reason why he choose her to complete the job yesterday; what some people would call 'shy' and 'not worth noticing', he called 'inconspicuous' and 'stealthy'. People didn't notice her when she walked by because of her small demeanor, and that was what made her the perfect thief.

Most of the members of the guild were men, and he watched as she walked up to each one and captured their attention. He wondered if she would be to the men what he was to the women: an item, a luxury, something to lust for. He saw the spark develop in their eyes that could only mean they were undressing her mentally, and decided the answer was a yes; he was only familiar with the look because it was the same spark that grew in the women when he spoke to them. It's not like Brynjolf didn't want the attention, but it got annoying after a while when the same three women that belonged to the guild tried to recapture his eyes day after day.

She is a beaut, Brynjolf thought as images of her cat-like eyes and petite figure surfaced in his mind. He quickly wiped away his thoughts; he didn't need his man-hood distracting him, the only woman he needed at the moment was Lady Luck. But he did think about keeping a special eye on his apprentice; many of the men here sought pleasure in the night and would no doubt hound Maevyn for her body.

He liked Maevyn, she was agreeable and nice, but a bit timid. She didn't try to vie for his attention or say unnecessary things. She didn't demand the floor at all times as some of the women he knew did. She gave you the ability to think; he could see them becoming close friends soon and was glad they were now partners.

After she was done talking to everyone in the room, Maevyn went back to her bed and picked up her armor again. She walked to a divider that provided privacy and hung the gear over the edge. Brynjolf saw as a leather chest plate and gauntlets clattered to the floor and the thieves guild set disappear over the top; she reappeared with the hood down, looking quite the part of a seasoned thief. She sat down on the edge of her bed and picked up a book from her bedside table, flipping through the pages.

Brynjolf walked over to the guild master at his desk, "Mercer, before I go on this Golden glow job, I was wondering if Maevyn and I could do some simpler runs, so she could become familiar with the ropes before taking on the bigger project,"

Mercer's lip curled as he sneered, "I thought you said she was good. A good thief wouldn't need to be 'shown the ropes'," he glared as he continued, "but if the beginner needs more practice, so be it. Just make it quick, Maven Black-Briar won't wait too long,"

"Thank you, Mercer,"

Brynjolf walked over to Maevyn, a dent between his brow at the prospect of throwing his new student into one of the more difficult jobs.

She looked up and smiled as he approached her. She was reading Shadowmarks, a book Delvin had written describing all of the symbols the guild used and what they meant,

"I didn't know thieves avoided some people," she said as she pointed to a page in the book that displayed a rhombus shape with two overlapping circles in the center,

"Those people are the ones who are good customers to the guild, such as the Black-Briars. Steal from them, and we would lose their business," he said as he sat down in a chair next to her, "How do you like your armor? Does it fit well?"

She looked down at her torso, "I love it. It's loose and comfortable, I can actually move in it," she said as she kicked her leather suit that still lay on the ground. "I don't care for the hood too much, though. It kind of obscures my vision."

"Ah lass, but that helps protect your identity. But it's up to you if you wish to wear it or not,

"I talked to Mercer, and he said that the Goldenglow job could wait until I take you out on some more simple tasks. We'll talk to Delvin and Vex for those. Now, I want you to know that I won't be picking these jobs for you; you can decide what jobs you do or don't want. I am here to guide and train you. And I will take you with me on the bigger jobs I have to do. Maevyn, I'm not only your mentor, but your partner now." Brynjolf smiled as he said this, his grin mirroring the sun that broke the horizon on a clear morning. He then handed her his own personal set of lockpicks that he considered his lucky ones; the set Mercer gave him when he joined 23 years ago, cementing their partnership as thieves

AuthorsNote: Hello, this is a shorter chapter, but I thought it should be since this story is basically from Maevyn's point of view. I did want to throw in Brynjolf's perspective, just to spice it up, but don't expect it too often. I may write one more from his PoV towards the end. I hope you enjoy! Comments are always welcome and I hope you have a wonderful day.