Delvin glanced up at the courier, the young man clearly unnerved at being surrounded by thieves and cutpurses. But who else would be at the Ragged Flagon? “You ‘ave a message for me?” He leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his mead, offering a grin at the courier. “Let’s ‘ave it, then.”
The courier nodded, handing the folded parchment to Delvin.
Delvin took a moment to inspect the seal—it wasn’t one he was familiar with but he would find out everything about it in short order. The parchment was heavy and had a velvety quality—high class, this was. Cracking the seal, he began to read. Slowly he rose from his chair, disbelief washing over his face. Disbelief that morphed into a dark rage. “Lock it down,” he ordered, still staring at the parchment. “Lock everything down. Tonilia, get over to Honeyside. Vekel, go with her. You two keep Bryn’s kids safe.” His hands were shaking as he spoke and his skin had gone a sickly white, spots of red in his cheeks standing out in stark contrast. “Dirge, no one gets in or out of ‘ere who ain’t Guild.”
“Del?” called Vex, starting towards the Breton thief. “What’s happened?” She had never seen Delvin act like this, not even when Mercer Frey had robbed the Guild blind. “You’re scaring me,” she admitted quietly, taking the parchment from his numb fingers. Her pale eyes scanned the words, her expression filling with horror as her hand came to cover her mouth. “No…Bryn—where’s Bryn?”
Delvin nodded towards the Cistern, turning on his heel to head there. “I’m gonna need you with me, Vex.” Barely controlled emotion roiled beneath his voice. “We have to go talk to Brynjolf. Now.” The walk through the winding tunnels to the Cistern was in silence, the two thieves comforted only slightly by each other’s presence. Stepping out into the Cistern, they spotted Brynjolf at the desk formerly occupied by Mercer Frey. The red-haired thief was busy going over the ledger and planning jobs.
Brynjolf grinned as he looked up from the ledger. “Come to make me eat?” he joked, leaning back in his chair. The years since Mercer’s death had been kind to the thief—only a little silver at his temples and a few more crinkles at the corners of his eyes marked the passing of time. More than once his wife had chided him for forgetting to eat at least one meal—but the work needed to be done and he was good at organizing the Guild jobs. His grin slowly faded at the grim looks on Vex’s and Delvin’s faces. “What? What’s happened? Is it the children?” he demanded, standing quickly from the chair as sudden panic hit him.
Delvin shook his head, his hand coming to rest on Brynjolf’s shoulder. “Sit. The children are fine. Tonilia and Vekel are watching them.” He perched on the desk, gazing down at Brynjolf. “Something happened in Solitude.”
Brynjolf swallowed, looking between Vex and Delvin. “What? We don’t have anyone doing any jobs in Solitude this week. And Katrin was—,“ he trailed off, realization dawning in his green eyes. “What happened to Kat?” he asked, his voice low, a growl edging his words.
Delvin swallowed, handing the parchment to the second-in-command of the Thieves' Guild. His eyes stayed on the ground, not wanting to see the horror bloom over Brynjolf's face as he read the carefully worded letter. "She's alive, Bryn. That's something."
Brynjolf stood, his expression stony. "We shut down every Thalmor starting now. Every single one of those bastards is fair game with a bounty to be paid by the Guild until we say otherwise," he announced. His green eyes swept the Cistern, picking out certain members. "Etienne! Thrynn! Sapphire! Rune! Cyrnic! We're traveling. Grab your gear." Turning to Vex and Delvin, he nodded tightly as he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of enchanted Dragonbone daggers, their scabbards gleaming darkly. "I'll bring her home," he promised, already starting towards the ladder out of the Cistern. "And I'll bury anyone standing in my way."
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Date: 2014-03-11 10:37 pm (UTC)The courier nodded, handing the folded parchment to Delvin.
Delvin took a moment to inspect the seal—it wasn’t one he was familiar with but he would find out everything about it in short order. The parchment was heavy and had a velvety quality—high class, this was. Cracking the seal, he began to read. Slowly he rose from his chair, disbelief washing over his face. Disbelief that morphed into a dark rage. “Lock it down,” he ordered, still staring at the parchment. “Lock everything down. Tonilia, get over to Honeyside. Vekel, go with her. You two keep Bryn’s kids safe.” His hands were shaking as he spoke and his skin had gone a sickly white, spots of red in his cheeks standing out in stark contrast. “Dirge, no one gets in or out of ‘ere who ain’t Guild.”
“Del?” called Vex, starting towards the Breton thief. “What’s happened?” She had never seen Delvin act like this, not even when Mercer Frey had robbed the Guild blind. “You’re scaring me,” she admitted quietly, taking the parchment from his numb fingers. Her pale eyes scanned the words, her expression filling with horror as her hand came to cover her mouth. “No…Bryn—where’s Bryn?”
Delvin nodded towards the Cistern, turning on his heel to head there. “I’m gonna need you with me, Vex.” Barely controlled emotion roiled beneath his voice. “We have to go talk to Brynjolf. Now.” The walk through the winding tunnels to the Cistern was in silence, the two thieves comforted only slightly by each other’s presence. Stepping out into the Cistern, they spotted Brynjolf at the desk formerly occupied by Mercer Frey. The red-haired thief was busy going over the ledger and planning jobs.
Brynjolf grinned as he looked up from the ledger. “Come to make me eat?” he joked, leaning back in his chair. The years since Mercer’s death had been kind to the thief—only a little silver at his temples and a few more crinkles at the corners of his eyes marked the passing of time. More than once his wife had chided him for forgetting to eat at least one meal—but the work needed to be done and he was good at organizing the Guild jobs. His grin slowly faded at the grim looks on Vex’s and Delvin’s faces. “What? What’s happened? Is it the children?” he demanded, standing quickly from the chair as sudden panic hit him.
Delvin shook his head, his hand coming to rest on Brynjolf’s shoulder. “Sit. The children are fine. Tonilia and Vekel are watching them.” He perched on the desk, gazing down at Brynjolf. “Something happened in Solitude.”
Brynjolf swallowed, looking between Vex and Delvin. “What? We don’t have anyone doing any jobs in Solitude this week. And Katrin was—,“ he trailed off, realization dawning in his green eyes. “What happened to Kat?” he asked, his voice low, a growl edging his words.
Delvin swallowed, handing the parchment to the second-in-command of the Thieves' Guild. His eyes stayed on the ground, not wanting to see the horror bloom over Brynjolf's face as he read the carefully worded letter. "She's alive, Bryn. That's something."
Brynjolf stood, his expression stony. "We shut down every Thalmor starting now. Every single one of those bastards is fair game with a bounty to be paid by the Guild until we say otherwise," he announced. His green eyes swept the Cistern, picking out certain members. "Etienne! Thrynn! Sapphire! Rune! Cyrnic! We're traveling. Grab your gear." Turning to Vex and Delvin, he nodded tightly as he reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of enchanted Dragonbone daggers, their scabbards gleaming darkly. "I'll bring her home," he promised, already starting towards the ladder out of the Cistern. "And I'll bury anyone standing in my way."