If one could be so bold as to call it living. There is no
such thing as an honest theif, and none of those members
proved me wrong, most were cowardly, low lives, the darkness
was thier friend because it hid them, it took the blame as
they swept through the night, taking as they fancy whether
it be gold, trinkets, or the stolen pleasures of a woman. A
one sided relationship.
There were few that boasted braveness, and great tales, but
you never could be sure of truth and lie there, or of the
line that defined it. They weren't all that bad, some
friendly, some liked their space, some TOO friendly, but
none to my taste..
They were a strange mis matched family of theives, different
races hailing from different places from all across the
Skyrim province, and some even from beyond it.
yet, I did not feel myself fitting in. The only time I
generally ventured into the social crowd, was my trips to
the Ragged Flagon, to fence off my goods. I robbed Rifton's
residents blind, smiling sweetly to them even as I lightened
their purses.
Upon emerging, I'd more often or not found myself being
guided and bustled into the guild gatherings, which more
often or not, were rowdy and drunk, I loathed the reek of
ale breath of my face, their scents assaulting my nostrils,
the brush of fabric or skin that was not my own against me,
that despite all the loudness and the laughter, all I felt
was silence. Nothing. Emptiness, I was almost certain, that
it was the one thing I held onto from my past. That horrid.
Awful. Familiar Loneliness.
But alas, I am the nameless, I am Minx, and I could play a
good façade as any, easy when you have no idea who you
really are. I would perch on my stool, or a table edge,
laugh in all the right places, smile like I meant it, Yes,
now, insert generic reply here, a little poke or joke at
another's or my own expensive here, and while they all
laugh, make my escape.
Whether they were truly fond of me, their little Minx, or
simply my skill. I could never tell, it took, little more
than a week before it was apparent, I was much more above
simple "Fishing" Jobs...
I'm not sure who was more surprised, them or me. I thought
maybe I'd found a hint of my past, but no, there was still
tricks and techniques that befuddled me, and rang no bells
in that silent memory box of mine, though I was quick to
learn. I had a knack, a talent. And they made every use of
it. I didn't mind being exploited in such a way, I enjoyed
the jobs that required thinking, a distraction from, well.
Myself.
The guild even made an attempt at helping me uncover my true
identity for me, it was short lived. No one knew anything of
the young woman Who's amber eyes that flickered with hope,
slowly died down to that of the glow of a dull flame. And
out. Not a trace of her past was to be found.
No reward for her return, No bounty on her head.
It was like she didn't exist.
Like I didn't exist.