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Allysa recognized the change in subject for what it was. Arcum was clearly uncomfortable with having just bared his soul. But he had turned the subject toward one just as painful for her.

"Brynjolf found me in Windhelm.  Caught me trying to pick his pocket, as a matter of fact," she smiled wistfully at the memory. "I didn't know what Thieves Guild Armor was or I never would have tried.  I was fourteen years then--nearly grown.  He gripped my arm so tight I thought he would break it.  But he held on to me until I told him my story.  Then he threw me over the back of a horse and brought me back to the Guild.  He raised me.  Now--now he's dead." Allysa's voice broke on the last words. "Excuse me, Arcum. I'm sorry." She got up and fled the room.

(I've got to go to bed now, work tomorrow.  Enjoyed it!)