This story is gonna take awhile as I have to replay some of the game. But feel free to leave comments on what you think.
Large, yet very nimble fingers, push the long shaggy brownish red hair from Brynjolf's face, boredom nearly dripping from him as he watched the patrons around him. Sitting in the Bee and Barb wasn't going to help him find help for the current job Maven had given the guild but what else could he do? With the run of bad luck that had been following the guild it was getting harder and harder and harder to recruit new people. As Maramel walked into the Bee and Barb, Bryn pushed himself from the wall he leaned against not wanting to deal with the priest's rambling that he was sure to do. Just as he was about to turn to the doors closest to him the doors on the opposite side of the room opened, catching his attention just as a vision walked into the small tavern. The curved slight form that walked through the doors pulled it's helmet off to reveal one of the most beautiful women he had met in quite a while.
Black hair framed the elegant Bosmer face that was revealed, large blood red eyes examining the room as the female reached back to hand off the helmet to a large chocolate haired Nord that stood behind her. The gentle swells of her body were only slightly hidden by the Dawnguard armor he had recently seen growing in numbers throughout Skyrim. The male behind the woman tapped her arm and murmured something to her, a smile crossing her darkly painted lips before she handed him a few semptims and motioned with her head for him to go ahead. He nodded and walked over to Keerava, leaving the woman to study the crowd, her right eyebrow rising as her eyes landed on Bryn. The meeting of their eyes had him moving forward, his intent barely known to even him. He had to have her closer to him, the urge barely contained as he reached her side. Thinking quick he smiled as he realized he may have an answer to see her more as well as to his problem.
"Haven't done an honest day's work for all the gold your carryin', eh Lass?" He asked, his dropping his tone to almost drawl the words at her. He knew how to size a mark and when wooing a woman to your side sizing her up was just the same. He knew her interest was peaked as her head tilted and another smile crossed her lips, her arms crossing over her chest as she sized him up.
"Is that so? My wealth is none of your concern …. ser." she replied slowly, the husky velvet of her voice causing a shiver even as her sarcastic tone brought an answering smile to his lips. Licking his lips he held one finger up and winked at her. "Oh but that's where you're wrong Lass. Wealth is my business. Perhaps you'd like a taste?"
His words caused the Bosmer female to chuckle softly, the sound just as velvety as her words. Uncrossing her arms she thought for a moment raised her delicate eyebrow once more, "What do you have in mind?"
A cautious happiness bloomed in him as he realized he had her hooked and ready to be reeled in. "I have a bit of an errand to perform but I need an extra pair of hands. In my line of work extra hands are paid well."
"What do you want me to do?" Was her next query, interest showing in those dark eyes.
"Simple. I will cause a distraction while you will steal Medesi's ring and plant it on Brand Shei. Of course this will have to be done in the marketplace in the morning. Do you think you're up to it lass?" He asked, seeing if the small barb would push her into agreeing to help. He had a feeling that this small task would have her leaving the hulking Nord she walked in with somewhere, leaving him to see if he could reel her in closer without any interference from him. The elf thought for a moment, glancing to her companion, the man still talking to Keerava as the Argonian fixed the pair food and drink.
"I'm in. I will assume the marketplace gets busy by nine in the morning. I will meet you there." She answered him before walking away, her scent wafting to him as she brushed past him. He turned to watch her walk over to the Nord, the male handing her a bottle of mead and saying something that caused her to laugh. Brynjolf studied the darker haired Nord, marking him a sellsword hired by the small Bosmer. Though he was just an employee of the frail looking woman, there was a camaraderie that had Bryn's jaw clenching. Quietly he moved closer, knowing the pair wouldn't notice him now that they were conversing and eating.