Raz'mana was a busy Khajiit, running the thieves guild, keeping away the Jarl, and keeping her nephew in check. Paperwork was part of her routine, giving orders Brynjolf for the heists being planned was something that needed to be done at least once a week.
Veon, as usual, did not tend to make this easy. He quickly got bored of such matters and preferred to find or make trouble.
"Raz, come on, messing with Sibbi is a necessary act! If someone doesn't make him feel like he's being watched, he starts to get murdery! Besides, Lynly thinks it's funny too." Moping was a specialty of his, draped on the opposite side of the desk with as his imitation of dramatic noblewoman
The alfiq's tail flickered, ignoring him to the best of her ability, as she tried to keep planning. A heist on the Companions required great planning, and her nephew made none of this easy.
The boy's eyes moved towards her tail, as a cheeky smile crossed his face. It took only a moment before he began batting at it, earning himself an agitated hiss. As usual, this didn't deter Veon, and he returned to playing with it. Flattening the risen fur, and batting it back and forth.
Raz'mana let out a soft hiss, returning to her work. As long as the boy kept from causing too much trouble, she supposed this was fine.
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