Chapter 6
Surface Dwelling.
I woke up feeling light headed after that little incident. No matter. I was awake. I could walk, talk and do what ever.
Like I had planned, I avoided Brynjolf. I only came back down into the Flagon when it was necessary. I stayed adrift on the surface. The sun was a spotlight, but as it was a spotlight on everyone, nobody was deemed special. Perfect.
I saw Ingun Black-Briar floating about. Probably the only one creepier than her Matriarch mother Maven. She had this, obsession for alchemy. She'd been out and about. Word on the street was that she was looking for someone to help her fill out her order of missing ingredients she'd been using in the shop by the canal.
This was an opportunity for me to forget everything that had just taken place earlier that morning and get my mind on something practical and get some coin on the side.
I'd introduced myself to girl who was a near spitting image of her terrifying mother, albeit looking like her in her younger years. But her personality, while the exact opposite of Maven's was peculiar. Different, aye. You know what? I liked that about her. Outspoken in her own family and didn't care for what her mother thought about it. She'd wanted her mother to be proud of her. My own two septims on the subject would basically be either that, and let me just count the outcomes and possibilities on my fingers here...
Either didn't care...highly likely.
Already proud. I was like Maven. People annoyed me, but a select few could be impressive that straight-away secured my respect. Maybe Maven was the same. I almost freaked out.
I uh, had other theories but they just didn't sound like Maven-related. The thoughts were funny though. Like the time I'd imagine Ingun or Maven's womanising son Sibbi having kids. It'd be like the Oblivion Crisis all over again.
So Ingun gave me a list...twenty deathbells...nightshade and nirnroot. Each. Twenty. Oh sweet Mara. A fetching quest! I just felt like a click in my head informed me of a new mission...or maybe it was the concussion talking. It was enough to keep my mind at ease.
Yes. Good. Right. So you're thinking...what's gonna happen next? Do you want to guess?
If you guessed Brynjolf standing in front of the gates outside of Riften, you would be correct! Twenty gold to you my friend!
You know what? I still never said thank you.