Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140204235925/@comment-11457306-20140206005316

Anneken and Brighid looked at each other. Anneken shook her head just very slightly.

"Excuse us," said Brighid. The women walked back into the entryway. "This is not a normal heist," whispered Anneken. "He's not paying enough."

"Agreed," but it is what it is. "What other options do we have? You going to play tavern wench while you pick pockets?" asked Brighid.

Anneken's face darkened and for a moment the true nature of the dangerous person she could be came through. "We would not be here if it were not for you, dear sister.  I have brought in the money since you were booted."

Brighid hissed. "That was not my fault."

"I do not care whose fault it was," Anneken got nose to nose with her. "This is a fools errand.  Dead women cannot spend Septims."

Brighid had no answer to that.