The sun was starting to descend in the sky casting warm colors all about, oranges mingling and dancing with pink and purple clouds. Twilight would be coming in a few hours and Riften was one place you didn’t want to be alone at night. Brittn nudged the massive beast onward to a small stable and dismounted. “Well, well. Look what we have here.” A gruff man came walking around the horses flank with a grin. “This is a good lookn' stallion here...how much was he?” The nord stared at her and crossed hisarms over his chest. “He is a family horse, got a problem with that,” she replied with an arched eyebrow. “no saddle, and no, well I guess we can call those reins.” Brittn fingered the makeshift halter and reins, she was proud of them, they were after all made entirely of grass and took a long time to make. “My sister made it, and I lost my saddle. I was sleeping alongside the road and had to get up in a haste. I do not appreciate what your hinting at, and if I were you...well I would back off, considering your talking to a customer.” The nord didn’t buy it, but let up enough to sell an overly priced saddle. Grunting she walked into Riften, to find a shelter of her own knowing that the shops would be closed up for the night. Brittn walked into the Bee and Barn Inn and was welcomed with the heat of the hearth and the smell of sweet rolls, of course there were plenty of stares to be accompanied that set a small chill in the room. “Ah, what is it you want, a sweetroll?” The inn keeper pushed a roll over the counter while Brittn settled down on a stool. She took a bite out of the gooey mess and sighed. Her mother used to make sweet rolls all the time, they were best when her father and her came back from a long hunt. Her father would describe them to the last detail when he knew they were close to the cabin, making her wait and laughing at her while she practically drooled all over herself. “Long journey I take? Humm?” “Yes, I have. I was told that a merchant here has a...claw. I was wondering who this man is?” “Yes....yes. I know who you want. His name is...Brynjolf,” the keeper smiled devilishly and returned to washing the counter. “Brynjolf. Your joking right?” “Why would I lie about something like this? You know who-” “Yes,yes I know who he is.” Brittn placed her hand up and with the other threw down some gold. “Im going to bed now.” “You called me?” A man with a throaty voice came just behind Brittns ear, she didnt need to turn to know who it was. “No I didn't call for you.” “Such a shame, I could have sworn I heard your sweet, sweet voice say my name.” Chills ran up and down Brittns back as Brynjolf placed his hand over hers. “I do need something of you though, so sit?” She yanked her hand away as if it had been burned. “Ah, I knew you would need me one day.” Laughing Brynjolf sat down next to Brittn and took an ale from the inn keeper. “Correction, I don’t need you, I want something you have.” she tossed an annoyed look over to him. “Same thing hon, same thing,” he grinned at her and took a long gulp of his drink. “Now what is it you want?” “You have a claw, and I want it.” She tossed a coin purse down on the counter and watched him weigh it with a whistle. “Well love, where did all this come from?” He arched an eyebrow at her with a wink. “Do you have it or not?” She snatched the purse out of his hand and held tightly to it, knowing his greedy fingers. He pulled a satchel off his back and undid the lacing around it reviling a gold claw. “I want the bag with it.” “Will you be staying here love?” Brynjolf looked around the place and scrunched his nose. “Its better than where you stay...in a sewer.” Brittn cocked her head and jumped off the stool walking right out of the inn. Grinning she held the coin purse in one hand and rubbed her thumb across one of the talons of the claw with her other. Brynjolf would go back to his little hole in the ground and have nothing in his bag but a bunch of sweet rolls, oh how Brittn wished she could be there to see his face. “Come on boy, we have a long night ahead of us.” Brittn mounted her stolen beast and slid the claw into one of the satchels on her new saddle grinning like a fool. Clicking her tongue stallion lunged forward on the road to Whiterun.
