Brynjolf was resting in the townsquare, watching the Talos priest screaming in mild amusement when a handful of guards came up to him.
He looked up from where he was seated, as the lead guard unsheathed his sword and pointed it at him.
"You have committed crimes against Skyrim and her people, what say you in your defense?"
Brynjolf stared blankly at him.
"What?"
He was thrown into the dungeons shortly, his gear all stripped from him, the guards leaving him in a dirty tunic and trousers after a quick search.
Brynjolf sighed, sat on the hay with his arms crossed waited.
Rowan showed up an hour later, emerging from the shadows as a patrolling guard walks past.
He hurried to the cell door with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Took you long enough," Brynjolf grumbled, still sitting on the hay.
"Hey, it wasn't my fault."
At Brynjolf's disapproving look, he withered, "Okay, I might have done something and they arrested you by crime of association."
The Guild Leader sighed, "I don't suppose it had something to do with Elundir?"
"It was Elindir," Rowan said as he started picking the lock on the jail door, "And, well, yeah."
"Alright."
Rowan paused in his work, "You're not mad?"
Brynjolf shrugged.
The door let out a creak as it was unlocked, Rowan swung it open, wincing at the loud squeak it produced.
It was a miracle that the patrolling guard heard nothing.
Brynjolf got up and brushed off his pants, "Are you aware of where they've kept my things?"
Rowan nodded, "It's just down the hall through through that door."
"Good."
As Brynjolf walked past him out of the cell, he turned to Rowan with and calmly stated, "By the way, you're on stocking and cleaning duty for a month."
Rowan gaped at him, "But you said you're not mad!"
"I wasn't," Brynjolf said as he continued on his way, "But you have to be punished. Also, my bounty is coming out of your cut."
"Bummer," Rowan grumbled, much to Brynjolf's private amusement.