From Rags to Riches
“Reliable and headstrong? You're turning out to be quite the prize...”
Niruin turned to give Brynjolf's little protege a once-over, one eyebrow quirked up... and the other shortly followed as he took in her slight build, sweat-and-blood soaked leathers, and pointed ears.
Brynjolf clearly forgot to mention that the “new blood” was also a Bosmer.
- Part 1 of From Rags to Riches
Brynjolf was a wee, fresh-faced lad of twelve the first time he met Gallus Desidenius. He had been left an orphan by the Great War, forced to fend for himself. He turned to thievery, stealing food and coin to survive. He thought he was decent at picking pockets, but when he reached into Gallus's pocket that fateful day, the man had smiled as he placed his hand on Brynjolf's and gave him a look over his shoulder.
“Just what do you think you're doing, lad?”
(A story about first love, heartbreak, and happy endings.)
Set before and during the events of Archer's Mark.
- Part 2 of From Rags to Riches