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From: (Anonymous)

Not true, Brynjolf had seen Aela around Riften before, taken one look at the way she held herself and decided not to bother. Aela wasn't in possession of enough coin to be worth the risk of antagonising someone that smart and formidable. There were easier marks. As it was, Brynjolf had got to know her quite well and come to actually like and respect her. Even stranger, it was mutual – they had similar combat styles and she'd been impressed by his skills. Pity her Shield-Brothers weren't so reasonable. Well, Vilkas wasn't anyway. But Farkas now... Farkas was looking hopeful.

“Are you really a thief?” Farkas whispered, glancing nervously around the inn. Definitely a simple one.

“Wouldn't tell you if I was, lad,” Brynjolf murmured. “Don't tell me you want to change jobs.”

“Farkas!” Vilkas snapped. “We do not look up to criminals.”

“I wasn't...” Farkas protested, before glaring at his brother. “Look, if he's a thief, he might be able to help! We never got anywhere, but a sneaky type might.”

“Get where?” Brynjolf asked, his curiosity piqued. He didn't know what the brothers would have in the way of coin, but a favour owed in Jorrvaskr might come in useful.

“Farkas!” Vilkas hissed, but he was gritting his teeth, clearly seeing something in his brother's argument, his hands going to something clipped to his waist – Shor's bones, was that Azura's Star?? Looked a bit worse for wear, but it definitely looked like the descriptions Brynjolf had read.

“You want to tell me what you lads are mixed up in?” Brynjolf asked, just as Karliah arrived with drinks in hand.

“Making some friends, Brynjolf?” she asked, before her eyes raked over the Star on Vilkas' belt, Dunmer eyes seeing what Brynjolf initially hadn't noticed. “By N- by the Reclamations, is that Azura's Star??”

“It is not for sale!” Vilkas hissed, grabbing it and putting it on the table out of either thief's reach.

“In that condition, I'm not sure I'd want to buy it,” Karliah said, looking vaguely appalled at the state the Star had got into as she took a seat on the bench next to Farkas. “What did you do to it?”

“Nothing!” Vilkas snapped. “It was like that when we found it. We're on our way to Azura's shrine in Winterhold to take it back!”

“I'm sure Azura will be ecstatic to see what's happened to it,” Karliah said, eyeing it nervously. Sapphire arrived at that point, fresh from having hauled the bags into the rooms, and accepted her mead off Karliah, taking a seat next to the Dunmer.

“Honningbrew?” Sapphire asked, waving the mead in the air. “I feel like a traitor just looking at it.”

“No need, I get five per cent on all sales,” Karliah said cheerfully, before realising what she'd just admitted and blushing.

“You!” Brynjolf cried. “You're the one who was trying to take down Maven!”

“To hurt a man, first bring down his allies,” said Karliah, shrugging as she sipped her Honningbrew. “If it's any consolation, I can reign in the competition a little if you like? Not really any point antagonising Maven any more...”

“Please spare us your corrupt business dealings,” Vilkas growled, rolling his eyes. Farkas was staring at his own Honningbrew, wondering if drinking it was honourable any more. He hoped so, he really liked the taste.

Sapphire narrowed her eyes, steely glaze not leaving Vilkas.

“Brynjolf, why are we sitting down to dinner with two mercenaries who are clearly going to sit there judging us every five minutes?”

“Ah now, that's a very good question, Sapphire,” Brynjolf said, glad of a change in subject. “See, these two lads are Companions of Jorrvaskr, and they were going to entertain us all with a heroic story involving a sworn oath, Azura's Star and a possible job that we might be able to help with. Weren't you, Vilkas?”

“A job?” Karliah said, toying with her mead bottle, her earlier reservations over the Star forgotten as the prospect of coin dangled in front of her. “What sort of job?”

“We charge for our services,” Sapphire said fiercely. “I doubt you've got the coin to hire us.”

“Now, now,” Brynjolf said calmly. “I'm sure we can negotiate a fee once we've heard everything. Even if we don't take it, well, I'm sure it's a good story. So how did you get hold of Azura's Star exactly?”

From: (Anonymous)

“We went to visit her shrine in Winterhold,” Farkas told him. “We needed help with a job and one of the Dunmer in Windhelm told us to seek advice from the priestess there who sees all sorts of things in her visions. She said she'd only help us if we tracked down Azura's Star. So we did and now we're taking it back.”

“My brother speaks the truth,” Vilkas sighed, drinking his mead. “But not the entire truth. Aranea said that if we did this thing for Azura, the goddess would assist us, but that we had to leave quickly if we wished to be in time. For what, Aranea did not or could not say. But we would not be in this inn tonight, here and now, if we had not set out on that mission. So maybe this is meant to be. I can't say I like it... but the welfare of a dear friend rests on this. All right then, thief. You know we're Companions, you say you know Aela... but have you heard of the Dragonborn?”

Silence around the table as both women's eyes turned to Brynjolf. They'd both shrieked on hearing he'd actually met the famous Elisif Dragonborn and pestered him for stories, bombarding him with questions, wanting to know if she was as pretty as everyone said, if she'd really killed dragons and necromancers, if the golden sword was real (and was it worth anything?). He'd said yes to it all but advised against stealing the sword. Elisif was a sweet young girl but with a bit of a black and white view of the world... and she was very attached to that sword. After seeing her take on a dragon, Brynjolf had decided it wasn't worth risking her wrath.

“I'm familiar with Jarl Elisif, yes,” Brynjolf said delicately. “She's involved too?”

“Not directly,” Vilkas said bitterly, staring into his tankard. “But one of our Shield-Sisters, a young Imperial called Ria, decided to follow her on her adventures. Except it didn't go well.”

“She died?” Sapphire asked, and Brynjolf shot her a glare. He'd seen that look before, interest and bloodlust and wistfulness over having to leave the Brotherhood, which meant she was hoping for a revenge contract two Companions could never honourably take themselves.

“Worse,” Vilkas said, shaking his head. “She got captured by the Stormcloaks. They're holding her prisoner in Windhelm, and as she's a political prisoner, there's no bail. I don't know what Ulfric wants with her and I don't care, but she's our Shield-Sister and we won't abandon her.”

“Except rescuing her's harder than it looks,” Farkas said moodily. “She's locked up tight, and we're not any good at sneaking around. Can't pick locks either. That and we're too well-known. Guards'll know we're up to something, they were all keeping tabs on us while we were there, the New Gnisis was the only place we could get any peace. That's where we heard about the Shrine of Azura and thought we might as well try it.”

“You want a jailbreak doing,” Brynjolf said, pondering all this. Now wasn't that interesting. Normally he'd be calculating the fee and charging heavily for this sort of service... but if Ria had got caught because she'd been protecting Elisif, that made a difference. Brynjolf knew the story, had heard it in a drunken late-night chat that first night at Sky Haven when he'd ended up sitting up with Aela and Elisif and later Cicero, who'd actually been quiet, just cuddling Elisif and listening to them talk with an odd little smile on his face. Elisif had looked heartbroken and guilty as she'd retold the whole thing and it was clear she still missed both Jordis and Ria, blaming herself even though Aela told her it wasn't her fault. Well, Brynjolf couldn't bring Jordis back from the dead but perhaps he could get Ria freed.

“A political prisoner in Ulfric's stronghold,” Karliah pondered. “That'll take some doing. I hope you have coin for this.”

The answer to that was clearly no, and Brynjolf doubted Jorrvaskr's coffers were overflowing either. Nevertheless he could afford to be generous on this one.

“On the other hand, he has to know her ransom value's limited and she's not likely to know much,” Brynjolf mused. “I doubt he's got her under the very highest security. We might be able to do something. If you've not got the coin, a favour owed might be possible.”

From: (Anonymous)

“I am not doing anything dishonourable for you,” Vilkas growled. “Nor is my brother.”

“If you want our help, you might not get a choice,” Sapphire snapped. Brynjolf placed a hand on her wrist, motioning for her to be calm.

“Tell you what,” Brynjolf said. “As it appears we have a few friends in common, both of whom would also like to see young Ria freed, I'll look into it for you. You stay here at the inn, the three of us will head out to Windhelm tomorrow and scout the situation for you for free. When we've done that and put a plan together, we'll send word and quote you a suitable fee. How does that sound?”

“Too good to be true,” Vilkas said, still dubious. “But all right. I'm not paying you a thing until Ria's back here and safe though.”

“Fine by me,” Brynjolf agreed. “We were heading that way tomorrow anyway on business of our own, it's no bother to do a little investigation.”

“We'll get her out of there if we can,” Karliah said, her voice reassuring and kind, which seemed to go down well with Farkas certainly, and even settled Vilkas a little. “Now, you told us why you were after the Star, but not how you found it. Where did you get it and what happened to it?”

Now that there was a possibility, however slim, of Ria being free, Vilkas could finally relax a little.

“Well all right, I suppose I can tell you the story. All Aranea could tell us was that we needed to go to Winterhold and look for a mage who could turn the brightest star as black as night...”

As Vilkas warmed to the tale, three thieves drank their mead and listened enraptured, and for one evening, Skyrim's men of honour and deep-seated rogues sat around the table and ate and drank as friends.

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A/N: There you go, the Guild questline done and dusted, although the Guild will take a while to rebuild. Many of you also were wanting to know what was happening to Ria, so I am pleased to tell you the Rescuing Ria subplot is now under way! With Nightingales on the case, I think you can all join me in being cautiously optimistic about this one...