Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20141227174339/@comment-29559990-20141231023152

(Rider, when I said the group, I kinda meant everyone in the group, but if you insist.)

When the warriors made it to the bottom, they were smashed by a wave of horrid smells. It didn't seem to have much of an effect on Borskar or Brynjolf.

This was the hideout of the Thieves Guild. The guild members were going about their daily lives, training with their bows and daggers, chatting about recent scores, and planning their next moves. Over by the desk of the Guild Master was Maven herself, gazing at the treasures that the Guild had collected over the years.

When Kasra stepped outside, she could overhear a conversation between two guards.

"Did you see that group heading for the graveyard?"

"Yeah. Looked one of the Theives Guild's boys was at the helm."

"Really? I didn't see that. Looks like Maven's getting spooked, huh?"

"Looks like it, but I won't complain. 'Bout time someone knocked her off that damn throne."