Here you have it, the short epilogue!

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Keep a Lookout for my sequel; Two Halves: Walk with the Shadows


"Everyone! Everyone! Gather 'round!" Brynjolf called out loudly to everyone in the marketplace. "I have something amazing to show you that demands your attention!"

He smirked as everyone started to gather around his market stall, donning bored and intrigued expressions alike. Even the guards seemed interested in what he had to say.

"Gather 'round all," he urged to some stragglers.

"Come on Brynjolf," sighed the merchant, Brand-Shei. "What is it this time?"

"Patience Brand-Shei," Brynjolf told the man. "This is a rare opportunity, and I wouldn't want you to get left out."

His gaze drifted to the hooded figure towards the back of the group, slowly backing away from the crowd. He hoped that his new accomplice could get the simple task he assigned done while he had everyones attention.

"That's what you said about the Wisp Essence," Madesi spat. "And it turned out to be crushed nirnroot mixed with water!"

When he saw the cloaked figure slip behind Madesi's stall undetected, Brynjolf turned and smiled at the Argonian.

"That was a simple misunderstanding," he told Madesi. "But this item is the real thing." Sweeping his gaze across the crowd he added with great enthusiasm, "Lads and lasses, I give you, Falmerblood Elixer!"

"Oh come on," Brand-Shei scoffed. "Are you talking about the Snow Elves?"

Brynjolf's eyes flashed when he looked at the Dunmer. He had been meddling in too many peoples affairs for far too long and today it was going to end. He saw the cloaked figure reappear from behind Madesi's stand, spotting a silver glint around her gloved hand. He gave Brand-Shei a cool smile.

"The one and only," he chuckled.

Brynjolf kept on rambling about the "elixir", which was really just watered down healing potion with some salt, and slowly saw everyone begin to roll their eyes. He frankly didn't care if he sold a single bottle today, all that mattered was planting that ring on Brand-Shei. He saw the cloaked figure lean on the crates Brand-Shei was sitting on and discreetly slip their hand into his pocket.

"This is obviously a shakedown," Brand-Shei finally announced, standing up and marching back to his stall.

"Well I see my time is up," Brynjolf sighed. "Come back tomorrow if you wish to buy."

Everyone started to move away, murmuring angrily to one another at how Brynjolf was trying to scam them again. He leaned against the wooden post of his stall and watched the cloaked figure walk up to him.

"Looks like I chose the right person for the job," he chuckled, pulling out a purse filled with coin. "And here you go... your payment, just as I promised."

"Thanks," a distinctly feminine voice said as she took the small purse and threw it into her satchel.

"The way things have been going around here, it's a relief that our plan went off without a hitch."

"So I've heard."

Just then, the Riften guards approached Brand-Shei.

"Alright Brand-Shei," they said loudly. "Turn out your pockets, we know you have it."

"Have what?" the Dunmer demanded. "What in blazes are you talking about?"

Brynjolf and his companion turned to watch the scene they had caused.

"Don't play stupid," the guards growled. "I said turn out your pockets... now!"

"I'm telling you, I don't..." Brand-Shei broke off when he reached into his pockets and pulled the ring out. "Wait, what's this ring? This isn't mine!"

Brynjolf chuckled when the guards arrested the Dunmer and took him away, leaving everyone gasping in shock and gossiping. He turned to his new partner and smiled.

"I was surprised when you suddenly showed up," he told her.

"I didn't know where else to go," she sighed.

"Riften is the first place they'll come looking you know," he added.

"I'm aware," she replied tightly.

"But never mind that, you did the job and you did it well," Brynjolf said draping an arm over her shoulders. "You've proven that your skills are still as sharp as they used to be."

"So am I in?" she asked.

"It's a yes from me," he chuckled. "Let's just take you down to the Cistern and get you fitted in your new armor."

He led her towards the Graveyard, towards the secret entrance to the Thieves Guild. Just as they entered the crypt, Brynjolf turned to her.

"You might want to take your hood off lass," he told her.

She reached up and pulled off her hood, running her hands underneath her hair and gently pulling out the cascade of dark auburn hair from under the collar. Her pale blue eyes were dull and listless and she looked as if someone had died. Her eyelids were swollen and puffy from crying and her face was gaunt, as if she hadn't eaten in days.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you left Lassarina?" he asked her, pressing the button on the stone coffin.

She stared at him, her emotionless eyes sending a chill down his spine. They were not the eyes he remembered from when she was a child, or when he saw her a few months ago.

"It doesn't matter," she murmured, walking down the steps once the coffin had slid all the way back. "All you need to know is that my life as a Companion is over. Staying in Whiterun had been a huge mistake. I should have just come to Riften the moment I was able."

Brynjolf wanted to press for more information, but he decided against that. "Well I'm glad to see you here Lass. And am happy to finally welcome you to the Thieves Guild."

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