The city itself was like any other city in Skyrim: dull and cold. Riften is not a city he visits often, if ever. He tries to avoid it like the plague because his values never seem to fit through the wooden gates that keep the city enclosed. Vilkas doesn’t necessarily mean that the city is below him; there’s bad in every city in every region. This time thought, he’s here because he has to. Walking through the streets made him feel uncomfortable on a special level. He’s an incredibly strong man, and there is no way on this earth anyone could steal from him. Yet, as he passes people, the nagging feeling in his brain that they might be thieves comes up and doesn’t want to leave him alone. He thinks it has more to do with the fact that Thales would rather be a thief than the Harbinger, and that makes his saliva hard to swallow.
Vilkas vaguely remembers when Thales told him the details on how to find the Thieves Guild hideout, and so he ventured into the middle of the city looking for the god awful man that degraded his young underling in hopes of finding Thales instead. His grey eyes looked around for that face that he hates so much, and eventually found the thief in the market, selling stuff he doesn’t care to know about.
Brynjolf was, to his chagrin, an incredibly charming redheaded thief he met twice before. Thales had asked both him and Vilkas to help her out on two different assignments she had been doing months ago. The two personalities had instantly clashed with one another, and continued to do so during the undertakings. To say that they drove Thales crazy was an understatement. Vilkas could chuckle with delight at the memories if it weren't for the strained relationship between him and the Imperial.
“I’ve been looking for you.” The brunet spoke, but the redhead didn’t turn around to look at him in the face.
“I don’t see why you would.” Brynjolf moved around some bottles that were sitting in front of his table and placed them all inside a deep bag hanging from his shoulder.
“I want to talk to Thales.” And this time the redhead turned around to stare at him in disbelief. It baffled Vilkas, that this contemptible man would do such a thing. They don’t know each other and Vilkas is fairly sure they didn’t want to know each other. “You’re going to tell me where she is.”
“First,” the man smiled at him and Vilkas’ frown got deeper, “you don’t tell me what to do. Second, I suggest you leave before things get a little, ugly, lad.” His jaw clenched at the indifferent tone the man took to address him. Does he not know who he’s speaking with? Only the most powerful warrior in the Companions.
“You think YOU can tell me what to do. I need to speak with her, so do something illustrious for once and point me to her whereabouts.” The Companion knows his smirk was pissing the guy off, he on the other hand was enjoying it thoroughly.
“Look, I don’t want to tell you this again but you need to leave this city or—”
“Or what? The word around is that Thales is an accomplished warrior, I wonder who taught her such efficient systematic ways?”
Vilkas expected to intimidate the older man, but instead, the redhead threw his head back in a laugh. Some of the people walking around them turned to look curiously, and it made Vilkas wonder whether this man was usually a quiet one.
“Wow. I mean, I’m impressed. I already knew you were a presumptuous asshole, but I didn’t think you the unabashed kind.” The redhead extended one of his hands and grabbed Vilkas’ quickly, shaking it in a ‘polite’ manner. “It was such a displeasure seeing you here, have a nice trip back home.”
Vilkas frowned and pulled his hand away from the thief’s, and as soon as their fingers stopped touching, the redhead disappeared out of thin air in broad daylight. Smug smile and everything along with him.
“Wha—” The Nord looked around but the thief was nowhere to be seen. It was needless to say that the trick had been a neat one, the man didn’t drink a potion or anything, he just disappeared at will. But right now he had no time to admire disgusting magic tricks, he needed to find the hideout and speak with the woman once and for all.
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THALES ~ 9
Date: 2013-12-07 11:19 pm (UTC)The city itself was like any other city in Skyrim: dull and cold. Riften is not a city he visits often, if ever. He tries to avoid it like the plague because his values never seem to fit through the wooden gates that keep the city enclosed. Vilkas doesn’t necessarily mean that the city is below him; there’s bad in every city in every region. This time thought, he’s here because he has to. Walking through the streets made him feel uncomfortable on a special level. He’s an incredibly strong man, and there is no way on this earth anyone could steal from him. Yet, as he passes people, the nagging feeling in his brain that they might be thieves comes up and doesn’t want to leave him alone. He thinks it has more to do with the fact that Thales would rather be a thief than the Harbinger, and that makes his saliva hard to swallow.
Vilkas vaguely remembers when Thales told him the details on how to find the Thieves Guild hideout, and so he ventured into the middle of the city looking for the god awful man that degraded his young underling in hopes of finding Thales instead. His grey eyes looked around for that face that he hates so much, and eventually found the thief in the market, selling stuff he doesn’t care to know about.
Brynjolf was, to his chagrin, an incredibly charming redheaded thief he met twice before. Thales had asked both him and Vilkas to help her out on two different assignments she had been doing months ago. The two personalities had instantly clashed with one another, and continued to do so during the undertakings. To say that they drove Thales crazy was an understatement. Vilkas could chuckle with delight at the memories if it weren't for the strained relationship between him and the Imperial.
“I’ve been looking for you.” The brunet spoke, but the redhead didn’t turn around to look at him in the face.
“I don’t see why you would.” Brynjolf moved around some bottles that were sitting in front of his table and placed them all inside a deep bag hanging from his shoulder.
“I want to talk to Thales.” And this time the redhead turned around to stare at him in disbelief. It baffled Vilkas, that this contemptible man would do such a thing. They don’t know each other and Vilkas is fairly sure they didn’t want to know each other. “You’re going to tell me where she is.”
“First,” the man smiled at him and Vilkas’ frown got deeper, “you don’t tell me what to do. Second, I suggest you leave before things get a little, ugly, lad.” His jaw clenched at the indifferent tone the man took to address him. Does he not know who he’s speaking with? Only the most powerful warrior in the Companions.
“You think YOU can tell me what to do. I need to speak with her, so do something illustrious for once and point me to her whereabouts.” The Companion knows his smirk was pissing the guy off, he on the other hand was enjoying it thoroughly.
“Look, I don’t want to tell you this again but you need to leave this city or—”
“Or what? The word around is that Thales is an accomplished warrior, I wonder who taught her such efficient systematic ways?”
Vilkas expected to intimidate the older man, but instead, the redhead threw his head back in a laugh. Some of the people walking around them turned to look curiously, and it made Vilkas wonder whether this man was usually a quiet one.
“Wow. I mean, I’m impressed. I already knew you were a presumptuous asshole, but I didn’t think you the unabashed kind.” The redhead extended one of his hands and grabbed Vilkas’ quickly, shaking it in a ‘polite’ manner. “It was such a displeasure seeing you here, have a nice trip back home.”
Vilkas frowned and pulled his hand away from the thief’s, and as soon as their fingers stopped touching, the redhead disappeared out of thin air in broad daylight. Smug smile and everything along with him.
“Wha—” The Nord looked around but the thief was nowhere to be seen. It was needless to say that the trick had been a neat one, the man didn’t drink a potion or anything, he just disappeared at will. But right now he had no time to admire disgusting magic tricks, he needed to find the hideout and speak with the woman once and for all.