——4e, 201, the last seed month, 29th, 17:00——
Brynjolf is worried about this mission.
He received instructions from the Blackthorn Family and had to find a way to put a dark elf, the traveling merchant Brand-Shay, in prison, but he had to be released without charge after two days... Is this a joke? Even if it is a street fight, you will be imprisoned for three days if you refuse to pay the fine.
Obviously, this will not be a task assigned by the unfathomable head of the family, Marwen Blackthorn. It is probably the idea of her uneducated son, Sibby Blackthorn, who seems to be pursuing a man recently. A beautiful dark elf bard, and as a traveling merchant, Brand-Shay is very knowledgeable, so he might have chatted with her a few more times? No, that's definitely it.
Brynjolf looked at Brand Xie who was selling goods not far away. What about that guy's appearance? If it weren't for his skin color, some would believe him even if he was a high elf noble.
Then, the so-called "putting him in jail" is not a necessary condition. Sibby probably just wants him to disappear from his eyes for a while. After two days, he will either succeed or lose his enthusiasm for the bard - in this case, he is quite good Are you self-aware?
But the problem now is that if they really carry out the frame-up that has not been done for a long time and is already a lot rusty, then Brand-Xiebie, depending on the value of the stolen goods, he may stay in the Rift Valley City Prison for several months. And he will also be scolded by Sapphire and Fan... Hmm, does this seem acceptable?
While hesitating, Brynjolf saw an adventurer wearing ebony armor who wandered into the riverside market. According to the information provided by Moore, who had been guarding the gate of Rift Valley all year round, this was an adventurer who wanted to enter the Rift Valley. A passer-by who is looking for work to earn some travel expenses and has absolutely nothing to do with Rift Valley City. There is simply no more suitable executor than him.
"Hey, man, I see your wallet is a little deflated. Do you want to fill it up again?" Brynjolf leaned over and said to him with a smile.
"You want me to cover you for stealing things?" The other party looked very polite and answered loudly.
"Oh, of course not." Although the other party is relatively wise, his intelligence does not seem to be very well-informed. Brynjolf shook his head: "We haven't carried out that kind of 'traditional' activities for a long time."
Since the three giants of the guild disappeared inexplicably more than 20 years ago, the Thieves Guild's various "traditional" operations have always failed strangely, until it started to implement new operations proposed by the recently joined Sapphire and Fan.
"Oh? What exactly do you want to do?" the ebony-armored adventurer asked.
"I will try to attract the attention of everyone in the market, and you will quickly take something off the counter of the half-dragon jeweler and put it in the pocket of the dark elf selling groceries. Don’t worry, even though you are a not-so-popular Imperial, you are still better than the Dark Elves, and the guards will not doubt you.” Brynjolf quickly explained the action steps.
The goods that Madhi puts on the counter are not good, and the prices are not high. Even if Brand Xie is framed, it will not be serious. If the adventurer happens to be getting a fake, then Bu Rand Shay will be imprisoned for two years for "deceiving the guards into calling the police", which is perfect.
"You seem to want to cause some trouble for the dark elf, but why is it so minor?" The adventurer thought very quickly and responded immediately.
"It's very simple, because some people want him, so we can't do business, but we are not the barbarians of the comradeship. It is not in our style to hit people with our arms." Brynjolf replied: "If you have no objection, I will immediately Just start.”
"No rush," the adventurer narrowed his eyes: "If I prevent him from ever completing the business, will your commission be considered completed?"
"Could it be that you are from the Brotherhood?" Brynjolf was secretly surprised: "Of course not. If any of our actions results in lives, it will be equivalent to failure, and we will not get a Septim."
"Ha, I understand." The adventurer chuckled, turned around and walked towards Brand-Shay. Brynjolf felt a toothache and followed him while wondering whether he had made a mistake in his judgment.
"Are you going to buy something to kill people, or something to protect yourself?" Brand-Xie showed the weapons and equipment on the counter to the adventurer who walked up to him: "I bought these things from Windhelm City, although It may not be as good as the work of Master Snowman Graymane, but it is still better than what the village blacksmith made."
"What's your name? Dark Elf." The adventurer wearing ebony armor asked a question that puzzled both him and Brynjolf.
"Brand-Shay, sir." Although the dark elf looked a little confused, it was not a question that could not be answered.
"Just a dark elf, this name is quite strange," the adventurer paused: "Is your Argonian adoptive mother still alive?"
"No, she has already - do you want to buy something or not?!" Brand-Xie was a little annoyed and planned to evict the customer.
"Don't be so quick to get angry. I haven't finished speaking yet." The adventurer was unmoved: "Although she is your adoptive mother, doesn't she treat you with the same courtesy as a mother treats her children? Moreover, although she is old, , but he passed away due to a sudden illness. Was there anything else he wanted to say to you before he died but couldn't say it?"
Boom! In shock, Brand-Xie knocked over his counter and rushed directly in front of the adventurer, but because the ebony armor was very smooth, he couldn't grab the collar and asked: "Do you know something?!"
"Hey! What's going on over there?" The guards patrolling around the market rushed over.
Hmm... This is also a way, Brynjolf thought. He naturally knew very well about Brand-Shay's family situation, but he didn't expect that he could make a fuss in this kind of place. He just had to make up some lies and put him in trouble. Deceived to find the mystery of his life experience...
"No, it's nothing. I met an old friend. He was a little excited and tired." The adventurer very skillfully handed the guard a few gold coins. The other party weighed them, said "Remember to clean up" and turned to leave.
"This matter cannot be explained in a few words. You'd better clean up your stall and then follow me to the tavern." The ebony-armored adventurer did not end the mission as Brynjolf wished, and seemed to intend to continue. He had no choice but to continue following. Brand Xie would not continue doing business anyway, so the mission should be considered completed.
——17:30——
"First of all, I believe you have come to your senses. Although I don't know what your adoptive mother told you, a dark elf with an outstanding appearance like you is definitely not the child of a farmer, a fisherman, or anything else." Brynjou After the husband and Brand Xie sat down in a private room on the second floor of the Honey and Poet Tavern, the adventurer who called himself Pari spoke.
"Well... please continue." Although he was a little confused about Brynjolf being here, the dark elf did not have the leisure to understand him.
"And your Argonian adoptive mother is not a tavern helper. She is a nobleman——" Pari paused, and after hearing the sound of falling to the ground outside the door, he said: "——the domestic maid."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop, huh~" Because he could no longer eavesdrop, the tavern owner's wife, the Argonian Kilva, walked in. Because her face was covered with scales, Brynjolf couldn't tell whether she was blushing or not. , "I just want to know the past of that old sister, hiss~"
"Next, is the reason why you are here," Pari nodded to the landlady and continued: "Due to the volcanic eruption in Morrowind Province, most of the dark elves fled the City of Black Light and went to other parts of the Tamriel continent. Province, and your family fleet mistakenly entered the naval battle area between the Empire and Thalmor. After being affected, it deviated from the channel when escaping in a hurry, and finally ran aground on the coastline of the province."
"My parents..." Brand-Xie asked tremblingly.
"That kind of thing is naturally handled by the empire. How could we adventurers know about it? But it is reported that there were no major casualties." Parry shook his head and continued: "The reason why I recognized you is because I accepted the commission. The diary and the children's sketches found in it when I went to search the wreckage of a ship - of course I didn't take it with me, it can only be that it is very similar to you."
"Yes... I remember that there was a gentle woman who liked to draw portraits of me. I always thought..." Brand-Xie murmured to himself.
"So far, I still don't have strong evidence to prove what I said, but -" Pari turned to Kilwa: "Do you know the name of Brand's adoptive mother?"
"No, she refused, but Brand should know? Hiss~" Kilwa shook his head.
"This is my only evidence," Parry said to Brand Xie: "If she didn't hide it from you, your adoptive mother's name should be 'Xidrella-O'."
"Huh!" Brand-Shay made a strange sound in his throat. He didn't know whether he was crying or laughing, but Brynjolf seemed to agree with everything Parry said.
"The ship you were on ran aground near Windhelm City, but because there was discrimination against dark elves and most Nord towns did not welcome Argonians, your maid and adoptive mother traveled many times before coming to Rift Valley City to settle you down. , maybe she originally planned to contact the Empire through official channels when you grew up, but then, the Stormcloaks and the Empire had conflicts. If she expresses her desire to contact the Empire in Rift City, you will understand." Pa. Spread your hands.
"I can go by myself now." Brand Xie said a few words through his teeth.
"Well, the last thing is your parents' identity and your real name." Parry thought for a moment, "Brandir Talworth, this is your name. It seems that your adoptive mother has vaguely heard the full name. , but I didn’t know it clearly, so I had to name you using the pronunciation I heard.”
"Brandir Talworth..." Brand-Shay whispered his new name.
"Your father's name is Lymdelion Talworth, and your mother's name is Linzhu Talworth. If I remember correctly, they are still alive and seem to have settled in the capital of the Cyrodiil Empire. I will tell you exactly where. I don't know." Pari shook his head.
Bang - the people in the private room were knocked away again, and a dark elf staggered a few steps and almost fell to the ground. Brynjolf glanced at it, and it seemed to be the bard Swidi who was pursued by Sibi.
"Well," Kilwa walked over and closed the door, looking down at the slightly delicate dark elf: "Mr. Talvos, if you want to keep it secret, I can help, hiss~"
"No, Master, please don't kill your lovely maid -" the bard Swidi quickly ran to Brand who was still not adapting to his identity transformation - no, Brandir Tai Erworth hid behind him.
"Master?" he asked with some confusion.
"Oh, by the way, let me add that Morrowind does not have lords or high kings like the provincial provinces. The one responsible to the emperor is the aristocratic council composed of six members who govern the affairs of the entire province, and Telvos The family is one of the older ones. Although there are rumors that it is a conspiracy of other council members that they accidentally entered the battlefield between the Empire and Morrowind, this matter is obviously impossible to prove." Pari spread his hands.
"So they secretly sent some direct descendants to look for the missing young master, such as this bard." Brynjolf felt that this mission was a mess. The maid came to look for the young master, but the young master was unlucky and learned his identity.
"You have a good chat with her. You can wait until you think about the remuneration carefully." Pari nodded, pulling Brynjolf and Kilva out of the room.
"Thank you, you will stay at my place for free from now on." Kilwa seemed to be very happy, but because his face was covered with scales, he still couldn't tell.
"Basically, your mission is completed," Pari said to him after he and Brynjolf walked out of the hotel: "But if there is a commission to hunt down Swidi in the future, you'd better find a way. Push it away.”
"Haha, of course." Brynjolf laughed dryly and decided to hide in the rat path after handing in this mission and not go out no matter what.
