“Bryn,” Delphine said, smiling. “How've you been?”
Brynjolf stared at her, not able to believe his eyes. “Del? Is that you? Now you're a sight for sore eyes, lass. You haven't changed a bit.”
“Nor have you if you think I'll fall for your usual flattery,” Delphine remarked, but part of her was pleased by the genuine pleasure in his eyes on seeing her. Not often she got that reaction. “It's good to see you, Bryn.”
“And you,” Brynjolf replied, actually grinning. “So what brings you to Riften? Business? Pleasure? Something else? Something I could help with perhaps?” His eyes lingered on her a little longer than they should and Delphine could only sigh wearily. While Brynjolf could hardly be said to be pining for her and certainly hadn't been saving himself for her or anyone else, he'd never made any secret of the fact he found her attractive either. It was a little unsettling if Delphine was honest, but Brynjolf had never pushed the matter and for that at least she was relieved.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Delphine said, hoping he actually could because if the Guild couldn't help, she was frankly stuffed. “I'm planning a job – a big one. A dangerous one, with a lot riding on it, and I'm going to need an extra pair of hands. I need a Guild thief, Bryn, a good one. Can you help?”
“Not here,” said Brynjolf softly, lowering his voice. “Meet me tonight in the Flagon, yeah?”
Which was exactly the response she'd been hoping for. Handing twenty septims over for a bottle of spurious elixir so their conversation at least looked a little bit legitimate, Delphine slipped away.
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that evening, and Delphine was feeling a little nervous as she walked back into the Flagon. She didn't recognise the doorman, who glanced at her armour and waved her on through with just a warning to cause no trouble. She vaguely recognised the blonde Imperial woman as someone who'd only just joined the Guild when she left – Vex, was it? But Vekel, Tonilia, Delvin – they were older but they all knew her.
“Delphine love, about time you showed up again,” Delvin laughed as he got up to greet her with the typical Breton cheek-kiss. “Welcome back, this place has been going downhill ever since you left.”
“Delvin,” Delphine laughed. “Good to see you, how've you been?”
All the better for seeing her, apparently – Vekel had mead sent over and Tonilia joined them and it became apparent the Guild was not doing well. It had been in gentle decline when she'd been part of it – another reason to get out while she had her coin still – but it seemed things had only got worse. Not a brilliant sign, if she was honest.
Then Brynjolf walked in, dressed in the same black Guild armour Delvin and Vex had and that was something, to find out Brynjolf was the second in command these days.
“You're going up in the world, Bryn,” she laughed. Brynjolf just grimaced.
“Aye, I just wish the same could be said about the Guild. But never mind that, lass. You said you had a job for me.” He led her over to a quiet table in the corner and the rest of the Guild had the presence of mind to leave them to it.
“So what is it?” he asked quietly. “Shill job, heist job, numbers job, good old-fashioned burglary, what?”
“A difficult one, is what it is,” Delphine sighed. “This place is locked up tighter than a miser's purse. I mean, I've worked out a way to get someone into the place, got a distraction all lined up, but I need someone to actually get in there and get out with what I need.”
“And what do you need, Delphine?” Brynjolf asked, so far not fazed. “As long as we're not robbing anyone the Guild works with, I'm all ears.”
“You may change your mind when I tell you,” Delphine told him. “Let's just say it's not their valuables I'm after – your man or woman can keep anything not nailed down as far as I'm concerned. What I'm after is their information, their secret files.”
Brynjolf just grinned. “Lass, information is the most valuable thing of all in this business. So we break into this place, raid their office, take their top secret documents and get out without being fingered. Sounds easy enough. Who's the mark?”
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 8.2
Date: 2013-10-18 09:38 pm (UTC)Brynjolf stared at her, not able to believe his eyes. “Del? Is that you? Now you're a sight for sore eyes, lass. You haven't changed a bit.”
“Nor have you if you think I'll fall for your usual flattery,” Delphine remarked, but part of her was pleased by the genuine pleasure in his eyes on seeing her. Not often she got that reaction. “It's good to see you, Bryn.”
“And you,” Brynjolf replied, actually grinning. “So what brings you to Riften? Business? Pleasure? Something else? Something I could help with perhaps?” His eyes lingered on her a little longer than they should and Delphine could only sigh wearily. While Brynjolf could hardly be said to be pining for her and certainly hadn't been saving himself for her or anyone else, he'd never made any secret of the fact he found her attractive either. It was a little unsettling if Delphine was honest, but Brynjolf had never pushed the matter and for that at least she was relieved.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Delphine said, hoping he actually could because if the Guild couldn't help, she was frankly stuffed. “I'm planning a job – a big one. A dangerous one, with a lot riding on it, and I'm going to need an extra pair of hands. I need a Guild thief, Bryn, a good one. Can you help?”
“Not here,” said Brynjolf softly, lowering his voice. “Meet me tonight in the Flagon, yeah?”
Which was exactly the response she'd been hoping for. Handing twenty septims over for a bottle of spurious elixir so their conversation at least looked a little bit legitimate, Delphine slipped away.
~~~~~~~~~~
Later that evening, and Delphine was feeling a little nervous as she walked back into the Flagon. She didn't recognise the doorman, who glanced at her armour and waved her on through with just a warning to cause no trouble. She vaguely recognised the blonde Imperial woman as someone who'd only just joined the Guild when she left – Vex, was it? But Vekel, Tonilia, Delvin – they were older but they all knew her.
“Delphine love, about time you showed up again,” Delvin laughed as he got up to greet her with the typical Breton cheek-kiss. “Welcome back, this place has been going downhill ever since you left.”
“Delvin,” Delphine laughed. “Good to see you, how've you been?”
All the better for seeing her, apparently – Vekel had mead sent over and Tonilia joined them and it became apparent the Guild was not doing well. It had been in gentle decline when she'd been part of it – another reason to get out while she had her coin still – but it seemed things had only got worse. Not a brilliant sign, if she was honest.
Then Brynjolf walked in, dressed in the same black Guild armour Delvin and Vex had and that was something, to find out Brynjolf was the second in command these days.
“You're going up in the world, Bryn,” she laughed. Brynjolf just grimaced.
“Aye, I just wish the same could be said about the Guild. But never mind that, lass. You said you had a job for me.” He led her over to a quiet table in the corner and the rest of the Guild had the presence of mind to leave them to it.
“So what is it?” he asked quietly. “Shill job, heist job, numbers job, good old-fashioned burglary, what?”
“A difficult one, is what it is,” Delphine sighed. “This place is locked up tighter than a miser's purse. I mean, I've worked out a way to get someone into the place, got a distraction all lined up, but I need someone to actually get in there and get out with what I need.”
“And what do you need, Delphine?” Brynjolf asked, so far not fazed. “As long as we're not robbing anyone the Guild works with, I'm all ears.”
“You may change your mind when I tell you,” Delphine told him. “Let's just say it's not their valuables I'm after – your man or woman can keep anything not nailed down as far as I'm concerned. What I'm after is their information, their secret files.”
Brynjolf just grinned. “Lass, information is the most valuable thing of all in this business. So we break into this place, raid their office, take their top secret documents and get out without being fingered. Sounds easy enough. Who's the mark?”