Brynjolf sighed in frustration. The woman he loved but couldn't admit his feelings to was right next to him looking over a map. She lifted one hand and tugged lightly on the amulet of Akatosh around her neck. Her hand then shifted to her long black hair sliding through it with ease. Her hair was still a little wet from the dunking she'd taken earlier. Vex -the jealous bitch- had shoved her in the canal. Mikayla had simply laughed when she got out of the water. She'd found it amusing. She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. Brynjolf grinned.
"Want a massage, lass?" He asked. Mikayla looked up from the map. She tilted her head and replied in Ancient Elf which Brynjolf had taken the time to learn because it was the only language she spoke. He stood behind her and began rubbing her shoulders. A soft sound of pleasure came from the woman as she relaxed into his touch. Brynjolf took a chance and pulled her into his arms. She looked over her shoulder at him, surprised. He simply smiled and continued rubbing her shoulders putting pressure on certain points. Suddenly she disappeared from his arms. She stood nearby but out of his reach. She began scolding him in Ancient Elf. Vex crept up behind her carrying something in her hands.
"Vex, leave her alone!" Brynjolf cried. Mikayla turned and lashed out at the Imperial woman sending her flying. She turned to Brynjolf eyes wide and terrified. Brynjolf carefully stepped toward her but Mikayla fled. Brynjolf watched her flee. Later that night he entered her room. On the desk lay a journal and he began to read it.
"I joined the Thieves Guild today. Maybe I can find a way to get rid of this...curse. Vex won't leave me alone. I think she suspects something is off about me. I'll have to be careful around her. Brynjolf is so sweet. He took the time to learn Ancient Elf. I've fallen in love with him," He read those words stunned then he read on. "It's getting worse. The monster inside me wanted to kill Vex after she shoved me in the canal. I have to find a way to get rid of it before someone gets hurt...before Brynjolf gets hurt. I'll leave this journal where I know Bryn will find it. He'll find a map and a page with my history written on it in my wardrobe. Find me, Bryn, you're the only one who can." Brynjolf put the journal down and walked over to the wardrobe. He opened it. To his surprise there was only one thing in it a shelf with a map and a piece of paper. He put the paper in his pocket and returned to his room carrying the map. He would set out tomorrow.