Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20140624183310/@comment-17114085-20140711213225

"Sir, there must be something that you know?" asked Abbard.

"No, even if I wanted to tell you I couldn't. My mother never revealed any information about her work to her family." said Hemming.

"Are you sure?" asked Abbard. "Nothing at all?"

"Yes I'm sure. I've been telling you this for the past hour, now leave and stop bothering me." said Hemming angrily.

"Of course sir, sorry for the intrusion." apologized Abbard. He then left the study and headed downstairs. Damn, we've checked the whole house and questioned all of Maven's family and still nothing...but there must be something.

"Pst." said a whisper.

"Who was that?" asked Abbard.

"Shh, this way." said a voice quietly.

Abbard followed the direction of the voice and went into the pantry of the Manor. There seemed to be no one around.

"Where you followed?" asked the voice.

"No, they are all upstairs and the guards are in the entry hall." said Abbard.

"Good." said the voice, and the door behind Abbard to the Kitchen closer.

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Brynjolf was busy at the Guildmaster's corner of the Cistern. He was sitting at the desk and scratching his forehead as if he was trying to think of something.