An hour later, three thieves and an assassin were off and running. It wasn't a long trip by any means and along the way Acius explained what they should expect. It was decided that they would kill everyone in the place to ensure this wouldn't happen again. Not bothering with stealth, they ran in, weapons drawn and swinging. In certain situations, brute force was more useful than stealth. This happened to be one of those times and it suited Brynjolf just fine. He doubted he had the capacity to be sneaky with the way he was boiling over. There were few things a person could do to really piss him off and these people had managed to do two. They had taken his love and threatened his livelihood. With a yell, he beheaded one man and shoved his blade through another's gut. He turned to Delvin, who was wiping his blade on the armor of another fallen mercenary. Vex was scowling at Acius for something Brynjolf honestly cared nothing about. The only thing that mattered now was finding Korina.
An ear splitting, pained wail bounced off the walls and made Acius stop short. It was a distinctly feminine voice experiencing a pain that no mortal should ever have to and live. The thieves looked around alarmed, searching for the source. Acius closed his eyes and tried in vain to block out the sound. He despised torture of any kind, but it made his stomach knot uncomfortably to know that the tormented woman liked honeyed mead and hated when her lips were chapped. When the echoes finally ebbed away, Brynjolf looked sharply to the assassin with the unspoken question of where is she and the silent vow that if it was too late I will do what they did to her to you and Acius had to gather his wits before he spoke.
"Up the stairs, first door."
For a big man used to stealth, Brynjolf moved with surprising speed up the stairs. He was working the lock to the door before the other two could process what the assassin had said. With deft fingers, he picked the lock and nearly fell into the room.