Chapter 9: Way of the Thief

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The smells of the Flagon invaded Coins' nostrils, coupled with the flagon being located in a sewer, it was not pleasant. He had been here for about 2 months now, he couldn't take him apparently being the Dovahkiin destined to save the world.

After the dragon had been slain something even more unexpected happened.

The ground had trembled then, and an otherworldly voice had called out to him.

"Dovahkiin!"

The Jarl had believed him and had urged him to go to High Hrothgar, the monastery where the monks who had supposedly called him in the thunderous voice lived, but he wasn't ready for such a responsibility.

He had taken off from Whiterun in the middle of the night, alongside Aramila. They had gone to Riften and joined up with the Thieves Guild, it had taken a long time to convince her to go, but eventually she had budged.

It had been easy, easier than he had expected, but then again he was unfortunately not a novice at thieving.

He had been on multiple heists so far, Aramila had not participated in a heist, so far, despite being a member of the Thieves Guild. She didn't like stealing. He was soon to go out on another one, a Goldenglow Estate, located on the island out on the lake beyond the City.

It would be easy for him.