He'd found her in the marketplace, or more like they found each other. Her long braids bounced on her chest as she sauntered towards him. There was an incredibly shiny bow on her back, probably boasting some kind of enchantment. He noticed her ears, elven, covered in piercings and poking out of her hair by a long way. She told him that she needed to find a strange old man that had possibly passed through the Ragged Flagon at some point recently, and he needed some new recruits to try and save his dwindling mess of a thieves guild.. After the exchange of information she confessed that she'd been planning on the joining up with the guild anyway and would be back to work for him as soon as, in her own words "this dumb dragon thing is outta my hair!" Brynjolf remembered her walking away from him waving back to him without looking, hips swaying side to side as she went.
At the time Brynjolf had assumed that she was just a bit mad. True, there were dragons roaming the skies but surely they had nothing to do with her? Maybe she was just scared of them or something? He brushed it off and went back to selling his totally-legit potions to anyone who was stupid enough to believe him.
A few months after their first meeting in the market place she waltzed into the flagon, threw her bag down and plopped herself into a seat beside him. "Right, that's the dragon thing done, where do you want me?" she smiled at him. Based on her change in appearance since they first met he could think of a million places that he wanted her, but figured it was best to stay professional, at least for a few days. Best not scare her off just yet.
Since the first time they'd met she'd cut her hair, even completely shaved it on one side. Her outfit was different too. Before she wore a tunic and leggings, but now she was dressed in a tightly fitted under-armour with a short skirt and a top that had pockets running across the front. She definitely looked more like a member of his organisation now.
"Well, lass, you certainly took your time with it." he joked
"Listen, you try takin' out Alduin faster than that. Being the Dragonborn is tough... I just want to sleep" she replied, collapsing onto her folded arms on the table. Brynjolf was taken aback.
"Dragonborn? You want me to believe that?"
She turned to him, looked him dead in the eyes and shouted
"FIEM ZII GRON"
A mist encased her, turning her ghostlike and ethereal.
[who knows where this was going but nice actual use of dovahzuul me well done.]
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