Short chapter but don't worry it will fill out in a few more, were finally getting to action areas, next two chapters are flirty, then it decreases a lot into action with dragon fighting and some interesting daedra...

The search was on.

I was headed toward the imperial city, where the Hero of Kvatch, Ren, had lived. Apparently, even though she had been a celebrated hero she couldn't even afford anything more than a shack in the infamous waterfront, in the city that is. Everyone knew of her colossal tower to the north by Skyrim, Frostcrack spire or something. Ulfric had wanted to come with me but his face was... how to put it? Let's just say it attracted a "small" amount of attention.

It had been a long time since I visited the Imperial city. As far as Ulfric and the rest of Skyrim knew, I hadn't. I walked differently, I talked differently, and most importantly I dressed differently. I was half a head shorter than other Nords but my features were to sharp for a Breton and to soft for an Imperial. Soft black leather boots, dark green pants and a loose gray shirt let me blend in, maybe in Skyrim people wondered around cities dressed in armor but in Cyrodil that was considered, barbaric. Feynnex was of course still strapped to my hip, but the sheathe was changed out for one that didn't have the two ruins that stood for Fey and Nex. My hair had been tied back into a low ponytail. All in all I looked like your average citizen and I would hopefully not attract any attention until I deemed it necessary.

I entered the waterfront and headed to a small inn that stood within the gray stone walls. The sign read Unlucky Thief and I smirked, a rare thing in itself, maybe my sister was showing through. The whole city knew that the Unlucky Thief, was the exact opposite, travelers to the city normally stopped there and it was also the headquarters for the Cyrodilic branch of the thieves guild. I entered the tavern, I wrinkled my nose at the heavy smell of piss and ale, being a Nord I preferred mead, it was sweeter and yet had a cool touch, like mint. A few lowlifes hands went to their daggers and I almost shuttered at the look the bouncer gave me before his eyes widened. Vigilance gave an uneasy growl and glanced warily around the room. I patted his light gray fur to calm him down.

"Hands to yourself Gro-kurgan." I said evenly, he dipped is head in slight fear but he was looking behind me probably looking for my old partner.

"She isn't with you, good." Murmured the Orc.

"Hrumph, that girl was more trouble than if Dagon himself tried to take the city again. Gro-kurgan you put it too lightly." Snapped the Imperial bar keeper, Alisa.

"Please you were just jealous of her." Snorted her husband, I believed his name was Dlister. Alisa was the brains and he was the talent. At least partly, but I saw no sign of the Khajiit that headed the operation.

"Hello Syl." Came the crawling voice of an Argonian. I forced a smile at my "name" that I hated but Night had always insisted that I never use my real name. I replied "Long time, Snatching-Water. I hope that you have overcome your rough patch in your…business." I finish with a glare on my face, daring the green lizard to say anything; he wasn't the brightest lantern. "Your partner, that green eyed whore, didn't help." His face sneering.

"I'd advise you not to insult Night, she currently runs with… powerful people, as do I." I said, plus Night despite all of her talk was not a whore and if she were here would have gutted him right then and there. Who knows maybe she's matured...

"I've heard, she has taken on the title Gray Fox, even has the mask, by rights she could claim leadership of the guild, but I've also heard that you gave up ah…borrowing and moved on to playing the-"

"I'm here to talk about the small rotted shack, The Fox Shack to be exact, not about how I chose to live my life." I snapped, the house was nicknamed that because it had been rumored to be the house of the Gray Fox, it wasn't true, at least I hoped not, but locals had referred to it as "The Fox's Shack" Especially since a charred mark on the door looked like a fox, Night had loved watching it when we came here for winter solstice, right as the clock ticked midnight the fox had seemed to move and growl and the shack had become less worn down. It wasn't common knowledge that Ren had owned it. It appeared that some sort of enchantment had kept the house orderly for the last 200 years.

Night. Her hair was the darkest raven black, it seemed so cold that it swallowed the light and I once likened it to "living shadows". But her bright green eyes were always playful and kind. She would be the first to dive head first to save someone, but also to hatch a devious plan and steal them blind.

In contrast my hair was plain, just a normal blonde, but my eyes stared like twin crystals and Ulfric was fond of remarking that they "stared into his soul". Though I too would do anything to save someone who deserved it, I was a horrible thief. The life didn't work, Night may be a thief to the core but I wasn't. Vigilance nudged my hand snapping me out of my daze.

"The shack, it…it was visited by Night a year ago." Said the scaly Argonian.

"Robbed or visited, there is a difference, especially with Night." I replied smoothly, glancing around to make sure that no guards were in the tavern.

"Both, that's where she found the mask, and well we believe that she found something of an important nature there. She didn't brag about it and knowing Night..."

"What! I thought she was absorbed in the Riften branch?" I said not waiting for an answer, if anything valuable had been in there she would have taken it. I had to make sure what I now expected was true before it left my head and went out my mouth. Could Ren the great Hero of Kvatch, Champion of Cyrodill, savior of the empire, also be the infamous Gray fox, bender of shadows, master of seduction, in short the most powerful thief to ever live? I had to find Night.