As the unaware Brynjolf was busy packing up shop I took this time to strike, Quickly and silently unsheathing my dagger from my hip, I sliced the rope between his belt and coin purse, The coin purse was heavy, this would for sure get me to Cyrodiil and a room at the Tiber Septim hotel for a few nights. As I turned around to make my escape with coin purse in hand I felt a slight chill come over me, I tried not to let this phase me, as I took my first running step my face met with the floor. everything went dark.
The next thing I remembered was being woken up by a strange voice. "You've gotta wake up pretty early to pull a fast on me lass" A blurry figure walked up to me grabbing the coin purse from my hand and lifting me into his arms. I slipped back into unconsciousness.
I woke up in a most peculiar of places, I was in a strange bed in what seemed to be a cistern, the room was circular in shape, with many beds, tables and chests surrounding the outside. The first thing I realised was a throbbing pain in my head, followed by the feeling I wasn't the only one in the room.
"I was starting to think you weren't going to wake up little lass" I was shocked, unable to speak. "Don't worry little one, you're not in any trouble, yet" "What happened, why am I here and what do you plan on doing with me?" I demanded firmly. "Well the way I see it lass, is that you tried to rob a thief, and very unsuccessfully might I add, Â you're here because I carried you here, I didn't think my little prank would knock you out and I didn't want to leave you out on the street at night so I carried you here, to Riftens cistern." "What prank? How did I get knocked out exactly?!" a hint of anger was in my voice, Brynjolf picked up on this. "Well as you were under the impression of successfully pulling off your little heist, I might have tied your boots together, causing you to have a wee tumble" He was mocking me I could sense it in his voice. "How did you manage to do that? I turned my back for a split second!" I said in awe, "We all have our ways" that's the last we talked about it.
Brynjolf spend the rest of the day nursing my head better, He told me that he was a member of the thieves guild, and that the guild doesn't look kindly to freelance thieves. The guild was stationed in the cistern, once I was back on my feet he introduced me to some of the members in the ragged flagon. The ragged flagon is the headquaters, It was teeming with all sorts of people, professional  burglars, robbers, pickpockets and smugglers, I felt at home, like one of them.
After I explained to Brynjolf of my situation at the Orphanage I managed to pluck up the courage to ask if I could join the guild, sadly I was turned down, they was just too many people operating in Skyrim at the time Brynjolf explained, seeing the sadness in my eyes he told me if I was still wanting to chase my dream of going to Cyrodiil he could talk to someone from the thieves guild down there for me, I started tearing up with happiness, my dream was coming true and I wouldn't have to deal with that bitch Grelod and her beatings anymore, I hugged Brynjolf tightly, thanking him for such kindness, when I released he mockingly checked his coin purse was still there, he threw a bag of Septims to me saying it was his apology for the bump on the head he gave me.
Brynjolf walked me to the carriage outside Riftens gates, I hugged him once more before I left, thanking him one last time, he told me to come back after I finished my little adventure, I shook my head in agreement.
When I reached the Imperial city Brynjolf pulled some strings and got me an initiation with the thieves guild. of course I passed with flying colours, I spend 3 years in Cyrodiil slowly climbing the ranks and pulling of a big hiest now and then but it was too slow for me, and I was unexpectedly missing my homeland. I finally decided to head back, in hope that I could join the branch back in Riften. The thought of the amount of big jobs that must be getting pulled off constantly and all the people I remembered being there like one big happy family sent a rush around my body.
So now I am eight-teen, and returning to Skyrim in hopes of joining up with Brynjolf again, I hope he still remembers me, not a day has gone past that I haven't thanked him in my head for what he did for me. I'm spending the night in Burma, and will reach Helgen tomorrow, Hopefully everything will go off without a hitch. But that's just wishful thinking.
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