Middas, 4th of Sun’s Dusk
Mercer wants to go to a ruin called Snow Veil Sanctum.
With me, just me. Not Brynjolf or Vex or Delvin.
He actually ordered me to move immediately.
"We can’t let Karliah slip through our fingers."
I tried to tell Brynjolf about this but he brushed me off saying “Sorry lass, important things to do. We’ll speak again some other time.” And I wonder if Mercer already told him.
This has sent up more then one red flag in my head but he’s the Guildmaster and who am I to dispute him? Still, once I finish re-packing I’ll get moving.
"Delvin? I was hoping you could help me."
"Have a drink," he motions at Vekel, "what can I do for you sweetheart?"
"Is there a way to shake off the Dark Brotherhood?" I’d been thinking about this for awhile, the right way to ask. But I just blurt it out and he starts laughing.
"Oh— Oh, you’re serious. Why are you asking? For who?"
I take out a dozen or so bounties and set them down in front of him.
I could have shown him just one, they all say the same thing. All of them have my name printed on them.
He says he’ll talk to some people but due to his reaction, I’m not holding out much hope.