Let Me Guess

by nightblade615

What happens when an old lawbreaker finds herself in Riften on a pickpocketing spree? She is at a dead end, and a man named Delvin has seen her aptitude for their line of work. She is a spitting image of one of the Guild's main personnel, and is not someone to be trifled with. Brynjolf has taken a notice to her. There is something that caused this scarring, but what could it be?

2. A Proposition

I walked into the cistern, and Tonilia grabbed some armor for me. I looked at it and said "This armor is enchanted?" – "Well, yeah. Gives ya a little boost, if you know what I mean." I grinned and said, "I'd like to make a business proposition." – "I'm listening." – "How about when we get new recruits, or anyone needs new armor, you could give me the regular armor, I could have it custom enchanted to fit their needs, and you and I split the profit, minus a bit for the Guild."

She grinned and said "I'm liking you more with every word you say. You've got a deal. We'll have a real racket on that." I shook her hand, and she handed me my plain armor. I took it to the Arcane Enchanter, then enchanted it myself. I put lock picking, sneaking, Destruction, one-handed, and Magicka regeneration enchantments on it. Not too bad. I put it on, then sold my Destruction Robes to Tonilia.

I walked back out, and over to Delvin. "Ah, I see you've been fitted well. It's time for you to meet the boss." He stood up from the table, and said "Bryn, you coming?" He looked at Delvin, and said "Uh, sure. Sure." Then stood up and walked with Delvin and I to the Cistern again. I was silent, as was Brynjolf. We were a lot alike, actually. Once we got in, I saw a man standing near a desk, and leaning over some plans.

We walked over, and I recognized him. "Mercer Frey?" I said in a confused voice. "Breanna?" We looked at each other, and he kissed the back of my hand. "I wasn't sure I'd ever see you again. How have you been?" He asked with a smile. "Oh, I've been just fine. Hard to sell stolen goods to people too straight to buy them." – "You're in our armor. Who brought you?" – "Delvin got me while I was on a pickpocket heist here in the city. He was quite shocked at how much I got off of one man at one time." – "Ah, yes, I remember once you got a silver Emerald necklace, a Dwarven dagger, three flawless amethysts, and a wedding ring off of one person. Heh heh, I'll never forget what he said…" Then we both chimed in. "Did anyone else feel a draft?" As we laughed.

"Well, you don't have to worry about a thing. I was looking forward to the day you'd join up. We need people with skills like yours. Hey, I actually had a job that I was saving for one of the big guys. You wanna take it?" Mercer asked. "Sure." I replied shortly. Delvin put an arm around Mercer, and whispered to him as he walked away. I saw Mercer look back at Brynjolf, who had his hands in his pockets, and was looking at the floor, blushing at how close we were standing (I couldn't move, because then it'd make it look like I didn't like him). I didn't like the awkward presence, so I bumped him with my side, and he chuckled, looking down at me with a smile. I looked back up at him with a smile, and he blushed even redder and rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the wall. I blushed and looked at the ground with a silly grin that matched his.

Mercer looked at the two of us, then smiled at Delvin, finishing with a nod. He straightened his face, then continued talking as they walked back over to us. "Well, now that I think about it… This is really a job meant for two. One person wouldn't be able to do it. Brynjolf, why don't you join our little Breanna? She could use another set of hands." – "Ummm… If you say so, I guess." He replied in a fake nonchalant tone. "Good. It'll give you the chance to get better acquainted with Breanna." I nodded, and said "If you say so, old friend." Then I turned to Brynjolf. "Well, if you will, allow me to grab some arrows and lock picks off of Tonilia. I'm running low."

"Um, okay. Don't take too long." He said reluctantly. "Don't count on it." I said as I strutted out the door. When I closed the door, I saw a small grin on his face. I'd made him smile. Again. My heart fluttered at the shy smile he was giving me.

Brynjolf turned around to face Delvin, and said "You set me up, you bastard!" – "Yeah, I did. I had to, considering you wouldn't say a word to each other unless we locked you in a room together." Delvin said shortly. "I didn't believe you when you first told me, because I've known her for a long time, and she's not one for love. Never has been. But when I saw both of them looking at the away from each other with those grins, I knew it was true. She's shy, Brynjolf. You'll have to give her time. But, I think she has an interest in you, considering how she slipped a little flirt in on her way out. And how she tried to make you smile by bumping into you. It was subtle, but I caught it. And so did you, judging by the grin it gave you." Mercer said.

Brynjolf blushed a deep red, and looked at the floor. Mercer laughed and said "What's the matter, Bryn? Can't take vulnerability? Well neither can she. You two were custom made for each other." – "Aww, you're so cute when you blush, Bryn." Delvin said teasingly. "Oh, come off of it." He said as he heard the door open again. He stood up straight, and tried to look as calm as possible.