It was late morning when Thrynn found himself enjoying the sunshine in Riften. He was strolling through town, picking a pocket or two on his way and simply relishing in the fact that the stench of the sewers was far, far away for now.
It was then that he spotted the master of sneak doing... well... sneaking. In broad daylight. He looked like a haunted man. Someone who had been through hours of torture and sleep deprivation. Leaving the bunkhouse with a look of utter relief, he immediately headed for the stairs that led him in the general direction of the ratways.
However, remembering his bet and being slightly curious as to why the master of Sneak would leave a place like the bunkhouse in broad daylight, Thrynn called after him, stopping the Breton in his tracks.
"Oi, Mallory! Over here! You look like shit, man."
Said man jumped at the sound of his name. His gaze immediately turned back towards the bunkhouse as if he expected the building to jump up and swallow him. With a few quick though rather stiff movements, he was standing beside the taller Nord. "Not so loud! We wouldn't wanna wake anyone up, now would we?" The other thief just frowned in response. "What the hell are you talking about, you old senile coot?" Delvin just shook his head. "Doesn't matter. But if anyone comes looking for me, you ain't seen or heard of me, got it?" Thrynn just nodded. He had no idea what was going on, but neither did he really care at this particular moment.
The old man turned around, continuing on his way downstairs, mumbling to himself "Stupid Brynjolf and his stupid advice."
In the blink of an eye, the tall Nord was running after his superior and caught up with him just outside Elgrim's Elixirs. "What did you just say?"
Delvin sighed. "Listen, friend. If Brynjolf ever offers you his help, in any goddamn way, just say no. Doesn't matter what it is, just tell him to get lost. You wouldn't believe what kinds of trouble a single word can cause you when said to the wrong person."
The door behind the opened and a young woman left the building, looking deeply in thought. Thrynn took a step aside to let Ingrun Black-Briar pass him as he asked the one thing on his mind. "What word?"
Delvin's tired eyes mit his friend's curious gaze. He never seemed to notice the young woman that was just passing him by as he said the word that would doom him once again.
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Re: With friends like these... 5/?
Date: 2013-02-19 11:53 pm (UTC)It was then that he spotted the master of sneak doing... well... sneaking. In broad daylight. He looked like a haunted man. Someone who had been through hours of torture and sleep deprivation. Leaving the bunkhouse with a look of utter relief, he immediately headed for the stairs that led him in the general direction of the ratways.
However, remembering his bet and being slightly curious as to why the master of Sneak would leave a place like the bunkhouse in broad daylight, Thrynn called after him, stopping the Breton in his tracks.
"Oi, Mallory! Over here! You look like shit, man."
Said man jumped at the sound of his name. His gaze immediately turned back towards the bunkhouse as if he expected the building to jump up and swallow him. With a few quick though rather stiff movements, he was standing beside the taller Nord. "Not so loud! We wouldn't wanna wake anyone up, now would we?" The other thief just frowned in response. "What the hell are you talking about, you old senile coot?" Delvin just shook his head. "Doesn't matter. But if anyone comes looking for me, you ain't seen or heard of me, got it?" Thrynn just nodded. He had no idea what was going on, but neither did he really care at this particular moment.
The old man turned around, continuing on his way downstairs, mumbling to himself "Stupid Brynjolf and his stupid advice."
In the blink of an eye, the tall Nord was running after his superior and caught up with him just outside Elgrim's Elixirs. "What did you just say?"
Delvin sighed. "Listen, friend. If Brynjolf ever offers you his help, in any goddamn way, just say no. Doesn't matter what it is, just tell him to get lost. You wouldn't believe what kinds of trouble a single word can cause you when said to the wrong person."
The door behind the opened and a young woman left the building, looking deeply in thought. Thrynn took a step aside to let Ingrun Black-Briar pass him as he asked the one thing on his mind. "What word?"
Delvin's tired eyes mit his friend's curious gaze. He never seemed to notice the young woman that was just passing him by as he said the word that would doom him once again.
"Lass"