Her voice echoed through the cistern. Brynjolf took a quick glance around to make sure nobody actually heard what he was discussing with their new guild master, and then turned back towards her with his most charming smile.
"But lass, it's for the sake of the Guild!"
"Don't you 'lass' me! I'm not going to sleep with Delvin only so you can win that stupid bet!"
Another glance around the cistern proved that nobody was close enough to make out what exactly they were talking about, so he was safe for now.
"There really is no reason to shout. You are the guild master now, and our well-being is in your best interest, right? And Delvin is not well. I would help him myself if I could, but you see..." His hands indicated his lack of cleavage „I'm not cut out for this job."
The middle-aged Breton was trying to kill him with her eyes. He knew that look, and he also knew the best way to react was – despite his urge to run away screaming like a little child – to just smile his puppy-smile and hope her motherly instincts would kick in. If she had such a thing. Which he doubted.
"Brynjolf, are you stupid?"
He sure felt like it, the way she asked him. "Uhmmm..."
"Oh shut up, Bryn. Get him a whore or something. Surely you have whores in Skyrim?"
The redhead shook his head. "No whores, strictly illegal."
The woman raised a delicate eyebrow. "Like that ever stopped you guys before."
Her second in command just shrugged. "Desperate Nord women rather pick up a sword and join the legion than spread their legs for the likes of Delvin, I suppose."
The Breton nodded in agreement. "Can't blame them, either..."
"So you're not going to help us? Shit, if I'd known you don't care about your Guild I'd have suggested Vex become guild ma..."
"You don't want to finish that sentence!"
Brynjolf suppressed a victorious smirk. He knew that remark hit home.
"So?"
The blond woman brought her hands up to her temples, trying to get rid of the headache that always seemed to strike when Brynjolf came to her with one of his wonderful new plans.
"Alright, I'll do it – IF he comes to me. I'll pretend to be wooed or whatever... Just, don't tell anybody, okay?"
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timeasmymeasure
Re: With friends like these... 3/?
Date: 2013-01-14 05:12 pm (UTC)Her voice echoed through the cistern. Brynjolf took a quick glance around to make sure nobody actually heard what he was discussing with their new guild master, and then turned back towards her with his most charming smile.
"But lass, it's for the sake of the Guild!"
"Don't you 'lass' me! I'm not going to sleep with Delvin only so you can win that stupid bet!"
Another glance around the cistern proved that nobody was close enough to make out what exactly they were talking about, so he was safe for now.
"There really is no reason to shout. You are the guild master now, and our well-being is in your best interest, right? And Delvin is not well. I would help him myself if I could, but you see..." His hands indicated his lack of cleavage „I'm not cut out for this job."
The middle-aged Breton was trying to kill him with her eyes. He knew that look, and he also knew the best way to react was – despite his urge to run away screaming like a little child – to just smile his puppy-smile and hope her motherly instincts would kick in. If she had such a thing. Which he doubted.
"Brynjolf, are you stupid?"
He sure felt like it, the way she asked him. "Uhmmm..."
"Oh shut up, Bryn. Get him a whore or something. Surely you have whores in Skyrim?"
The redhead shook his head. "No whores, strictly illegal."
The woman raised a delicate eyebrow. "Like that ever stopped you guys before."
Her second in command just shrugged. "Desperate Nord women rather pick up a sword and join the legion than spread their legs for the likes of Delvin, I suppose."
The Breton nodded in agreement. "Can't blame them, either..."
"So you're not going to help us? Shit, if I'd known you don't care about your Guild I'd have suggested Vex become guild ma..."
"You don't want to finish that sentence!"
Brynjolf suppressed a victorious smirk. He knew that remark hit home.
"So?"
The blond woman brought her hands up to her temples, trying to get rid of the headache that always seemed to strike when Brynjolf came to her with one of his wonderful new plans.
"Alright, I'll do it – IF he comes to me. I'll pretend to be wooed or whatever... Just, don't tell anybody, okay?"
"Well, I'd never..."
"Cut it, Bryn. Damn, I need a drink..."