Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-25588187-20150104010005/@comment-25020300-20150109044155

After the Dumner had left, Fallen-From-Heights went towards the Assemblage. However, instead of going through the slowly-rotting door, he turned towards a loose sewer grate and lifted it up, dropping down into the opening. Inside, it was freezing cold as the water from the river flowed through it, but a warm glow eminated from a room just ahead. On the iron door was a small slot, which Fallen slipped a single Septim through. After a moment of waiting, the door swung open, and he was greeted with the familier faces of his bretherin.

"Fallen, I assume you come with good news on the deal?"

"Indeed, to the tune of triple what we got last month."

"Haha, you never fail to please. We'll have it be distributed in a matter of weeks even still. Oh, and here's your cut."

He handed Fallen a small sack which couldn't have held more than 50 septims. He knew he was being cheated, but it was better than being dead. Besides, it would be enough. Walking into the hideout and locking the door behind him, he made his way to what was likely a former maintainence room before being converted to his own accords.

"Brother, you are back!"

"Yes sister, did you expect otherwise?"

The young Argonian averted her eyes from his, "I had heard of an ambush. I just didn't know if you were okay."

"I'm fine. Anyway, look what I managed to nab on the way," He said, holding up a doll.

"You got it! Like you promised! Thank you brother," She said hugging him. It was times like this that Fallen hated himself for putting his own life in danger on a daily basis. There was simply no way she could survive on her own, not in Windhelm.