mALX~ Oh, isn't that the truth? It's like they're psychic! D:> I'm glad you liked the name. I couldn't come up with one on my own so I used a generator. I don't have the link anymore though
SubRosa~ I can't imagine Dolce would find the starfish appetizing
And Mara wouldn't be too pleased either!
McBadgere~ I'm glad you like the the little reminder. Even I forget where I left off sometimes
Grits~ That's just too much to deal with without a big cup of coffee first!
King Coin~ Feel free to steal it whenever
Chapter Forty-one: The Other Guild
Just when Lilitu thought she couldn’t get in a more foul mood, Capaneus arrived with a young man following him.
“Ah, Lilitu!” He said, taking a seat across from her.
Lilitu groaned loudly. “What do you want?” She asked flatly.
Capaneus smiled that smug smile of his and motioned for his friend to sit down. “I just wanted to introduce my brother to everyone who’s anyone in Kvatch.”
Lilitu rolled her eyes.
As if she seemed interested, Capaneus smiled broadly. She was sure that he knew that he was getting under her skin. “Milun, this is Lilitu, the Thieves Guild fence. Lilitu, this is Milun.”
Milun was much thinner than Capaneus, with longer brown hair that graced his narrow shoulders. He had cool brown eyes behind a pair of dark rimmed spectacles. His face was very soft and delicate. In fact, save for a slight whiskering at his chin and above his upper lip, he could have been mistaken for a very lovely woman.
“Charmed,” Lilitu said disinterestedly, turning her attention to Milun’s necklace. A small black dagger smaller than Lilitu’s thumb hung from a black chain around his neck. Her stomach felt like it was lined with ice as she remembered what Yyaevonnte had told her about Capaneus.
“The pleasure is mine,” Milun said. He took her hand and pressed it to his lips. Lilitu had to fight the urge to gag and wipe her hand on his pants.
“Is there anything else you want to pester me with?” She asked Capaneus.
Capaneus tsked, shaking his head. “You’re in quite the mood today,” he said. He paused for a moment. “You know what might cheer you up? Why don’t we go out for a pastry? You like pastries, don’t you?" He paused and poked her stomach. "Of course you do!"
Never in her life had Lilitu wanted to snap a man's arm from his socket and bludgeon him to death with it. As if reading her violent thoughts, Capaneus chuckled mischievously. "I know I don't have to tell you that Kirsty makes the best ones in town… and I’m not just saying that because we’re courting.”
Capaneus stood up. “Doing what?”
As if by Mara’s mercy, even with Lilitu’s reluctance to accept it, Celia, the recruiter for the Guild stepped out. “Lilitu, we need you inside.”
Lilitu felt so relieved that she didn’t even ask why as she got up from the table. However, as she followed Celia through the back, it was evident that it wasn’t going to be a pleasant reason. The faces of the other guild members varied between astonishment, betrayal, and anger. Some looked a tad guilty.
Celia led Lilitu to the basement, where the unofficial guild quarters were located. If Lilitu had not just walked down the steps and into the hidden door, she would have never guessed it was a basement. It was divided into three sections, a storage space for all the things fenced and ready to ship elsewhere, the main office and the doyen’s private quarters.
The main office was well furnished with four cherry wood desks. The one in the center of the room belonged to Andre the doyen. Paperwork was strewn about it in what he called “organized chaos.” Atop the many papers were figurines of boats. The doyen himself was easily recognized as a man who loved the sea, with his sun bleached blond hair and his tanned skin. Sadly, his skin was starting to reflect too much sun and around his eyes took on a leathery appearance.
Caminda was at her desk, hunched over her paper work. As her neat, orderly desk was the polar opposite of Andre’s, her appearance was a stark contrast to him as well. Where he was a tall, blond, lanky man, Caminda was a short Bosmer with a jet black bob with enviable curves. Andre preferred the nice clean look of the nobles, Caminda proudly displayed floral body art along her temples and down her arms. The shelves above her desk held all sorts of lock boxes and some with a few enchanted traps. Hundreds of lock picks and probes were stashed next to them.
Celia took her seat at her own desk. Unlike the others, hers was nearly bare of papers. A bouquet of flowers was the only thing that decorated it. It gave the room a soothing smell.
Lilitu’s own desk was completely empty. It was only there because of the previous fence. Lilitu usually worked elsewhere, as she figured it would look less suspicious if people didn’t keep going to the back of the tavern with armfuls of goods and leaving with a sack of gold.
“What’s going on?” Lilitu asked upon entry.
Andre looked up at her with his usual smile. Something about it was youthful and charming. His dark blue eyes glittered with mischief. They always did. Lilitu had a feeling that it was why he had made such a great thief. A man with that sort of charm and good looks can get away with anything. “Good morning, Lilitu. I just wanted to inform you about what we’ve just found out.”
Caminda looked up for a moment, fire in her eyes. The quill she was grasping looked like it was about to bend from how hard it was being held.
Lilitu took a seat at his desk, raising her eyebrows.
“Do you remember that huge haul Shakh gro Bumba brought in last week?” He asked, clasping his fingers together.
Lilitu nodded. How could she forget? He actually had a wagon of stuff brought to her house! An entire wagon of stolen goods. He was lucky that no one suspected any of it. Then again, he looked and acted more like a member of the Fighters Guild than a thief.
“Well,” He let out an exasperated sigh. “We found out that he started up another group of thieves. Now, of course, it’s frowned on, but not against our code.”
“I feel a ‘but’ coming on,” Lilitu said.
Andre chuckled. “But… not only is he trying to recruit members away from the Guild, he’s passing out confidential information and he’s playing both sides. Trying to get to the buyers directly and get them to up their prices by inciting competition or flat out threatening them. And normally, we welcome anything to be fenced, but we can’t be fencing things he’s brought in from another guild. That’s just asking for trouble.”
“Oh, and don’t forget the bandits!” Caminda scowled.
At Lilitu’s questioning glance, he explained, “There’s rumors that he’s been working with some of the bandits on the side of the roads.”
“Bull!” Caminda erupted. “You know damn well that he’s doing it!”
Andre nodded. “Between all of us, yes, I think he’s doing it. But we can’t go around accusing him without infallible proof.”
Caminda rolled her eyes and went back to her desk. “He’s a sorry fetcher! I curse the day he blighted the Guild!” She huffed. “As if we don’t have enough problems…”
Celia frowned. “Sorry,” she said.
Andre raised his hand. “Don’t apologize. He seemed like a great fit at the time. People change.” He turned to Lilitu. “So, here’s what I need from you. Any time he wants anything fenced, it has to get screened first. In fact, we’ll have to do it with everyone now. We don’t know exactly who’s in with him and who isn’t. I’ve got a few contacts that can help us out.”
He fished a quill from his pile and wrote on the back of a sheet from the Black Horse Courier. “So new procedure. You see what they’ve got, give them an estimate based on however you usually price things, and then bring it in to be screened. They’ll get the money afterwards.”
Lilitu frowned. “That’s going to piss off a lot of people.”
“I know. But we have to protect the Guild first. As for Shakh, if he does anything suspect, let me know about it right away.”
She nodded and stood up from her chair. She noticed notes on her suggestion for a proper place for the Thieves Guild to stay tucked under a mound of paper on his desk. She supposed it was comforting to know that it hadn’t made its way to the trash can.
“Alright,” she said. “I’ve actually got an appointment with him tomorrow. He said it’s going to be another big one, so we’ll see how that goes.”
“Alright,” he said with a smile. “Thanks, Lilitu.”
As she turned to leave, he called out. “Oh!” He dug around his desk. “I got this for you.” He handed her an envelope with her name on it. Her heart quickened at the handwriting. “It was here this morning when I got up. I’m not sure who could have picked the lock. Caminda made it herself…”
Lilitu didn’t need him to tell her who it was. In fact, opening it was enough.
The Gray Fox has requested a meeting with you at your house tonight at eight.
She pursed her lips together, unsure of how to react. Only the job he had in store for her would tellThis post has been edited by Jacki Dice: May 2 2012, 02:44 AM