As time stretched on, Merill found
herself feeling almost at home in the seedy underbelly of Riften. She grew to
know all the thieves in the Cistern, friendly with most of them, and spent much
of her time in the flagon or out on odd jobs. There was still a wall between
her and everyone she spoke to, a wall she imagined she would never be able to
breach, but she could at least offer a smile and a joke or share a drink with
most of them. Nalimir was well-liked in the Guild, and by association, most of
the thieves went out of their way to make Merill feel welcome. Vex only spoke
to her to insult her and occasionally pick a fight, so most of the tasks she
received were from Delvin Mallory.
