Thrynn had no idea what had happened. One moment he was talking to Mallory, the next moment his Breton friend was being dragged behind a squealing, blushing young woman, shouting obscenities and begging for mercy. However, the Nord knew better than to piss off a Black-Briar, so Mallory was on hiw own for now. He had no doubts whatsoever what the young woman was about to do to his friend, thus dooming him to lose his bet to Brynjolf. However, much to his amusement and relief, Delvin screamed death-threats and worse at him should he tell anybody what he had just witnessed.
He would not say a word.
Sipping on his mead down in the Flaggon, the former bandit smiled. Delvin was truly fucked, and Brynjolf would never know. Life was good.
Anyway, he did not feel too bad for leaving his friend at the mercy of a beautful young woman. How bad could she possibly be?