Brynjolf took me under his wing, teaching me everything he knew to be a successful thief. I liked his gentle tone and the way he called me lass. It reminded me of the way Rynjus spoke to me - soft and delicate, as though we shared a deep secret.
After many months had gone by, there wasn't a door I couldn't unlock, a chest I couldn't pick, a person wandering the street I couldn't pickpocket, and a poor sap I couldn't hustle. My chest at the Thieves Guild was overflowing with other people's junk. I had so much now, but if I ever needed a few coins, all I had to do was find them in someone else's pocket.
It was here that I finally felt as though I had truly fallen in with my kind of people, the ones who also answered Nocturnal's call.
