It had been two years since I had washed up on Skyrim's shores, two years since I had made my way to Riften and joined the guild. Brynjolf had not forgotten the anniversary of my initiation, handing me Madesi's silver ring before I left for the day - the very one I had stolen for him in the Riften marketplace.

"You've earned it, lass," he said, smiling fondly.

I slipped the ring onto my finger and admired it. "It could use some diamonds," I said.

"Markarth first," Brynjolf chuckled as he slapped me on the back. "Then your diamonds."