Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-25038310-20150306161428

The Ragged Flagon.

Jaffina had never been here before, even though she travelled alot to Skyrim and Hammerfell. She had heard of past events concerning the Thieves Guild, but she had never payed heed to those rumors.

The murky smell of the sewers didn't really please her, but she had smelled worse in her life.

She went to the bar and stared the man dead in the eye - her raven hair and soft facial features making her.. Quite appealing.

"What's going on with the Guild, bartender?" She asked out of the blue. She herself probably wasn't known around here, but her family would be.

The Masked-Eyes were quite known for their discretion and relation with the Guild. The bartender would most likely deny the Guild's existence, but when she would mention her occupation and family tongues would be loosened..

((Shills, you RP the Guild, I guess?))