vex isn’t such a master infiltrator after all: X
Caught--?
The sound of the voice directed at her startles Vex, but she doesn’t dare turn around. Luckily, she’s still breathing. It’s a fairly safe assumption to make that if whoever was standing behind her had wanted to kill her, they would have done it already. But then, thieves are rarely murdered in Skyrim, least of all in Concordat-held territories such as the Reach.
Vex makes to reach for the dagger on her belt, but she hesitates.
‘we’re thieves, vex. not murderers. leave the killing to the dark brotherhood.’ A piece of advice that Brynjolf once told her that she’s never forgotten.
Stuffing her bag of lockpicking equipment back into the satchel tied to her waist, she raises her hands above her head; a seemingly prudent measure considering that she’s still uncertain whether or not the individual at the end of the hall is armed or not.
❝ not as well as you’d think, ❞ she returns, finally turning to face the other. Vex recognizes him: the Dominion advisor to the Jarl of Markarth. She recalls seeing him arguing with one of the Silver-Bloods on her way into the Keep earlier when she had been scoping the place out.
❝ i’m pretty FUCKED here, aren’t i ? ❞ She says, breaking the awkward silence.
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