“Where’s Eira, Mercer?” “She’s dead. Karliah killed her, just like she killed Gallus.”
The Flagon was pretty glum, that night, after Mercer left to take care of other business. Her absence was keenly felt by everyone, but.. the weight of loss was heaviest for a few of the guild’s regulars. Brynjolf couldn’t quite make himself believe she was really gone, while old Delvin couldn’t hold in his tears after he’d taken a shot in her honor.
“She was one of the damn best thieves I’ve ever known.”
Niruin only sipped his drink before setting the cup down. He knew no amount of alcohol would dull the sharp ache he was feeling, and he didn’t even want to try.
“We won’t see one like her again.”
A small scene that will find its way into “When Shadows Wake” eventually. I have a lot of feelings about how losing Eira for a few weeks actually made everyone realize how much they needed her around.
