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19th of Second Seed
I finally found my way to the Ragged Flagon and have been speaking with Delvin, it seems I was wrong on a few counts. Multiple times he assured me that no one from the guild has come after me and there are no contracts on me, but I’m still going to ask after their new guildmaster: Brynjolf.
While I’m glad that Rune didn’t lie to me and that it’s Brynjolf rather then say, Vex… I’m worried about what he’ll ask of me. He’ll want something, he always does.
Later:
I think things have been ironed out, for the most part.

"Why should I help you? You all but disappeared for over six months, lass. When the Guild was in near shambles, no less. I’m going to need some convincing."
"I am an asset, shambles or no. And I can make your life very difficult, Brynjolf. Trust me.”
He stands from his chair and I come to the conclusion that he is far too tall for a thief. “Don’t threaten me. Don’t threaten this Guild.”
"Still calling this a Guild? You’re more a group of thugs preying on the destitute then a Guild.”

That was the most tense conversation I’ve had in a very long time, but I need help and I refuse to be soft about it. He dragged me off to the ratway and Honeyside, and we had a talk.
He agreed to help me as long as I (first and foremost) do not slight the guild as I had threatened, and that I stay in Riften for a little while.
When I told him that I was leaving as soon as possible he said he’d be coming with me.
The men in this province are stupid and insufferable. I miss Farkas.

19th of Second Seed

I finally found my way to the Ragged Flagon and have been speaking with Delvin, it seems I was wrong on a few counts. Multiple times he assured me that no one from the guild has come after me and there are no contracts on me, but I’m still going to ask after their new guildmaster: Brynjolf.

While I’m glad that Rune didn’t lie to me and that it’s Brynjolf rather then say, Vex… I’m worried about what he’ll ask of me. He’ll want something, he always does.

Later:

I think things have been ironed out, for the most part.

"Why should I help you? You all but disappeared for over six months, lass. When the Guild was in near shambles, no less. I’m going to need some convincing."

"I am an asset, shambles or no. And I can make your life very difficult, Brynjolf. Trust me.”

He stands from his chair and I come to the conclusion that he is far too tall for a thief. “Don’t threaten me. Don’t threaten this Guild.”

"Still calling this a Guild? You’re more a group of thugs preying on the destitute then a Guild.”

That was the most tense conversation I’ve had in a very long time, but I need help and I refuse to be soft about it. He dragged me off to the ratway and Honeyside, and we had a talk.

He agreed to help me as long as I (first and foremost) do not slight the guild as I had threatened, and that I stay in Riften for a little while.

When I told him that I was leaving as soon as possible he said he’d be coming with me.

The men in this province are stupid and insufferable. I miss Farkas.



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