“Hey Lecrinn!” a red haired bosmer stood in front of a group of kids.
She came up to them. “Hey…” she looked unsure, “Me…”
“Methredhel.”
“Right, sorry.”
“We’re going to a bakery in the Elven Gardens, wanna come?”
“Oh,” she looked nervous, “I don’t have any money.”
She smirked. “Neither do we, we’re going to take care of that on our way there.”
“How…?”
“Picking some pockets.”
Lecrinn’s eyes widened, an awe in her tone. “I thought you had to join the Thieves Guild to steal.”
“No,” she snorted, “anyone can steal whenever they want.”
“We’re practicing,” said an argonian boy, “we’re all going to join the guild when we grow up.”
“Me too!”
Methredhel leaned towards her. “So stick with us and we’ll show you the ropes.”
She smiled excitedly. “OK!”