“The Thalmor Embassy,” Delphine admitted. Brynjolf stared at her, open-mouthed, then the colour returned to his cheeks as he swept out of his chair.
“No,” he snapped. “Are you actually fucking insane? Break into that place? You'll get us all killed!”
“Bryn, wait!” Delphine cried, grabbing his arm, hoping he'd sit down and shut up before the rest of the Guild all got in on the act. Dirge was already glaring at her and both Tonilia and Delvin were looking their way too.
“Look, I got this all planned out,” Delphine whispered, gently nudging him back into the chair. Anyone else, that would never have worked, but Brynjolf did at least sit down again, although he still looked wary. “I've got a man on the inside and a distraction good to go. I've got all the arrangements in place. I just need someone to do the job.”
“What in Shor's name do you need top secret Thalmor files for anyway?” Brynjolf murmured. “Listen Delphine, if they've taken someone you care about, don't bother. Whoever it is is dead, or will be soon. Mourn 'em, move on.”
If only it were that easy.
“That's not why I'm doing this,” Delphine whispered. “It's information on the dragons we need.”
“Dragons??” Brynjolf scratched his head, thoroughly confused by this point... and then Delphine could see the pieces clicking together.
“Would this job have anything to do with a certain notable personage who may or may not apparently be Dragonborn, by any chance?”
Damn him. Brynjolf always had been too smart for his own good.
“That's none of your concern,” Delphine snapped. “Just... look, all you need to know is that I'm offering good money for this information and have a job all good to go. I need someone charming and persuasive but not too memorable, who can attend a party at the Embassy and when the distraction goes down, slip off, raid the Ambassador's offices and get out. I can get them a legitimate invitation, I can get them an outfit, I can get their gear smuggled in. I just need a name off you, Brynjolf.”
Brynjolf didn't say anything, clearly thinking it over. “I imagine there'll be a serious amount of coin involved here, lass.”
“Two thousand,” said Delphine, an absurdly low figure for the risk involved and Brynjolf knew it too.
“Ten,” he said firmly. Delphine shook her head, going over her own finances. Healthy, but ten thousand was almost her entire life savings.
“Five,” she offered. Brynjolf smiled faintly.
“Seven,” was the response. Delphine threw up her hands.
“Do you think I'm made of money?” she sighed, frustrated. “Six and that's my final offer.”
“Six thousand septims it is,” Brynjolf said, smirking as he offered his hand. Delphine took it, feeling her shoulders sag as the relief hit her. He'd agreed. Of course he had, he was a risk-taker by nature and profession, he'd not be able to resist this.
“Six thousand and whatever you can steal inside,” Delphine promised. “I just want the files. I don't even care if you have to kill people on this one, once your thief's away from the party, they can kill anyone who gets in their way.”
Brynjolf nodded, but his eyes gave nothing away. “So you want someone who can schmooze with the best of them but not stand out too much, someone who can move quietly but who's prepared to kill if they have to and who's willing to risk their life in the Thalmor Embassy for you.”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Delphine admitted. “I know it might take you a few days to find someone but...”
“No need,” Brynjolf said calmly, refilling her mead tankard. “I've got a name for you.”
“What, already?” Well, Brynjolf knew his Guild, she supposed. “Who is it?”
“Brynjolf,” he said, grin flickering on his lips as he glanced up, clearly amused by the shock on her face. “What, you think I'm risking anyone else's neck on this? No fear, lass. I'm taking this one.”
“You... what?” Delphine whispered, hardly able to breathe... and yet at the same time, she found herself perversely pleased by the idea of working with Brynjolf again. That and the fewer people in on it, the better. “You'll really do it?”
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Re: The Wolf Queen Awakens 8.3
Date: 2013-10-18 09:39 pm (UTC)“The Thalmor Embassy,” Delphine admitted. Brynjolf stared at her, open-mouthed, then the colour returned to his cheeks as he swept out of his chair.
“No,” he snapped. “Are you actually fucking insane? Break into that place? You'll get us all killed!”
“Bryn, wait!” Delphine cried, grabbing his arm, hoping he'd sit down and shut up before the rest of the Guild all got in on the act. Dirge was already glaring at her and both Tonilia and Delvin were looking their way too.
“Look, I got this all planned out,” Delphine whispered, gently nudging him back into the chair. Anyone else, that would never have worked, but Brynjolf did at least sit down again, although he still looked wary. “I've got a man on the inside and a distraction good to go. I've got all the arrangements in place. I just need someone to do the job.”
“What in Shor's name do you need top secret Thalmor files for anyway?” Brynjolf murmured. “Listen Delphine, if they've taken someone you care about, don't bother. Whoever it is is dead, or will be soon. Mourn 'em, move on.”
If only it were that easy.
“That's not why I'm doing this,” Delphine whispered. “It's information on the dragons we need.”
“Dragons??” Brynjolf scratched his head, thoroughly confused by this point... and then Delphine could see the pieces clicking together.
“Would this job have anything to do with a certain notable personage who may or may not apparently be Dragonborn, by any chance?”
Damn him. Brynjolf always had been too smart for his own good.
“That's none of your concern,” Delphine snapped. “Just... look, all you need to know is that I'm offering good money for this information and have a job all good to go. I need someone charming and persuasive but not too memorable, who can attend a party at the Embassy and when the distraction goes down, slip off, raid the Ambassador's offices and get out. I can get them a legitimate invitation, I can get them an outfit, I can get their gear smuggled in. I just need a name off you, Brynjolf.”
Brynjolf didn't say anything, clearly thinking it over. “I imagine there'll be a serious amount of coin involved here, lass.”
“Two thousand,” said Delphine, an absurdly low figure for the risk involved and Brynjolf knew it too.
“Ten,” he said firmly. Delphine shook her head, going over her own finances. Healthy, but ten thousand was almost her entire life savings.
“Five,” she offered. Brynjolf smiled faintly.
“Seven,” was the response. Delphine threw up her hands.
“Do you think I'm made of money?” she sighed, frustrated. “Six and that's my final offer.”
“Six thousand septims it is,” Brynjolf said, smirking as he offered his hand. Delphine took it, feeling her shoulders sag as the relief hit her. He'd agreed. Of course he had, he was a risk-taker by nature and profession, he'd not be able to resist this.
“Six thousand and whatever you can steal inside,” Delphine promised. “I just want the files. I don't even care if you have to kill people on this one, once your thief's away from the party, they can kill anyone who gets in their way.”
Brynjolf nodded, but his eyes gave nothing away. “So you want someone who can schmooze with the best of them but not stand out too much, someone who can move quietly but who's prepared to kill if they have to and who's willing to risk their life in the Thalmor Embassy for you.”
“Pretty much, yeah,” Delphine admitted. “I know it might take you a few days to find someone but...”
“No need,” Brynjolf said calmly, refilling her mead tankard. “I've got a name for you.”
“What, already?” Well, Brynjolf knew his Guild, she supposed. “Who is it?”
“Brynjolf,” he said, grin flickering on his lips as he glanced up, clearly amused by the shock on her face. “What, you think I'm risking anyone else's neck on this? No fear, lass. I'm taking this one.”
“You... what?” Delphine whispered, hardly able to breathe... and yet at the same time, she found herself perversely pleased by the idea of working with Brynjolf again. That and the fewer people in on it, the better. “You'll really do it?”