There were several other people assembled nearby, watching the smith and talking. The tall Nord beauty that ran the Bunkhouse, Haelga was next to him, and Delvin watched her for a moment, seeing how her eyes lingered on Balimund's arms as he worked, how the men in the crowd seemed to be drawn to her, all subtly vying for her attention. A spray of hot steam rose as the smith quenched the blade, obscuring their view for a moment.
"Don't see you up here very often." Haelga said to him.
"I'd come more often if I was guaranteed to see you." Delvin answered.
A startled look crossed her face as she gave a high-pitched giggle at the statement, obviously flattered by his statement. "I had no idea you were so interested. If so, I'd have preferred to deal with you from the beginning."
Delvin laughed, knowing that Haelga would have fared no better with him, because he would have done the same as Corinne in securing her debt. Well, perhaps not exactly the same, instead of stealing her statue, Corinne had brawled with the woman until she caved, and though he might have liked to watch the two women fight, he would have opted for just taking the damn Dibella statue. He took a small step back, standing up straighter. They were both preening like peacocks, displaying themselves as they eyed each other. Bryn's second piece of advice - Draw her out.
"Dibella, eh?" He began, nodding towards the necklace that dangled between her heavy bosom. "I've always been interested in her artifacts. Brings beauty into the world." He said, thinking mostly about the beautiful septims he'd get if he actually found one of her aedric artifacts.
"You're a follower of Dibella?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I must admit, you don't look the type."
"Don't let appearances fool you. I may not be powdered and pressed, but I have a great appreciation for the most exquisite things." He said, looking directly at her as he said 'exquisite'.
"Is that so?" Haelga lowered her voice, moving closer to him. "I've got a shrine, and a statue you've just got to see."
"A shrine?"
"With all the Blessings of Dibella herself."
"Another time, maybe. I've got some business to take care of." Delvin said. "Be seeing you, Haelga."
"I hope so."
He'd heard about that shrine, it was supposedly at the end of her bed and the invitation to see it wasn't just one to go and have a peak at it. Delvin already felt triumphant, reveling in his success with Haelga after dealing with Grelka. He knew that part of it was because she wanted favors with the guild, and he found he didn't really mind, it was enough to know that she'd responded to his advances, whatever her motivations.
Smiling at her, he took his leave, he didn't want to lead her on - this was just practice and she was not Corinne. If he were going to leave with anyone, it was going to be the woman that had been stalking his dreams since they'd met. He gave Haelga one more appreciative, lascivious look and then walked off, heading towards Mistveil Keep so that she thought his business legit. There was nowhere he had to be, so he exited the gates of the city and doubled back, coming through the front just in time to run into Nivenor, the wife of Bolli the fisherman.
A Lack of Wit 4/6
"Don't see you up here very often." Haelga said to him.
"I'd come more often if I was guaranteed to see you." Delvin answered.
A startled look crossed her face as she gave a high-pitched giggle at the statement, obviously flattered by his statement. "I had no idea you were so interested. If so, I'd have preferred to deal with you from the beginning."
Delvin laughed, knowing that Haelga would have fared no better with him, because he would have done the same as Corinne in securing her debt. Well, perhaps not exactly the same, instead of stealing her statue, Corinne had brawled with the woman until she caved, and though he might have liked to watch the two women fight, he would have opted for just taking the damn Dibella statue. He took a small step back, standing up straighter. They were both preening like peacocks, displaying themselves as they eyed each other. Bryn's second piece of advice - Draw her out.
"Dibella, eh?" He began, nodding towards the necklace that dangled between her heavy bosom. "I've always been interested in her artifacts. Brings beauty into the world." He said, thinking mostly about the beautiful septims he'd get if he actually found one of her aedric artifacts.
"You're a follower of Dibella?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I must admit, you don't look the type."
"Don't let appearances fool you. I may not be powdered and pressed, but I have a great appreciation for the most exquisite things." He said, looking directly at her as he said 'exquisite'.
"Is that so?" Haelga lowered her voice, moving closer to him. "I've got a shrine, and a statue you've just got to see."
"A shrine?"
"With all the Blessings of Dibella herself."
"Another time, maybe. I've got some business to take care of." Delvin said. "Be seeing you, Haelga."
"I hope so."
He'd heard about that shrine, it was supposedly at the end of her bed and the invitation to see it wasn't just one to go and have a peak at it. Delvin already felt triumphant, reveling in his success with Haelga after dealing with Grelka. He knew that part of it was because she wanted favors with the guild, and he found he didn't really mind, it was enough to know that she'd responded to his advances, whatever her motivations.
Smiling at her, he took his leave, he didn't want to lead her on - this was just practice and she was not Corinne. If he were going to leave with anyone, it was going to be the woman that had been stalking his dreams since they'd met. He gave Haelga one more appreciative, lascivious look and then walked off, heading towards Mistveil Keep so that she thought his business legit. There was nowhere he had to be, so he exited the gates of the city and doubled back, coming through the front just in time to run into Nivenor, the wife of Bolli the fisherman.