Days passed, and the other thieves
quickly stopped asking her about Mistveil when they realised she would try to
crack her fist across their jaws when they did. The Jarl didn’t send any guards
down to the Ratway, though, so they assumed they were safe for the time being.
She did a few odd jobs on her own, still frustrated with Brynjolf, and spent
the time in between hunting in the forests around the city, glad for a chance
to take her mind off her anger – anger at Vex, Brynjolf, Nalimir, the lot of
them. Nalimir, mercifully, didn’t try to breach the subject with her, but the
mere sight of him made her fume. He’d always been the smarter one, she knew. But you always have to do things my way,
he would be thinking.
