Roy
The Bannered Mare would be slightly packed, the guards from the night shift were already here. Out of uniform and drinking. It was pretty quiet here due to it being early in the morning, but that didn't mean drinks or food would not be served.
Mitzi
She walked in and held the door open for the Captain and once he walked inside she would grab a seat at the bar counter.

"Bluemare Coffee." Shs raised her hand.

"And whatever he's getting." She pointed a thumb at him.
Bertha
"A bottle of Black-Briar Mead, please." He asks, placing enough gold to pay for both of their drinks on the counter, "I'm paying for hers, as well." He says with a smile, "So, that code-phrase you used at the gate, what'd it mean, if you don't mind me prying?"
Mitzi
《This coy bastard. Come on just punch him in the mouth... That mustache just says I'm a worm.》

《No! You don't have any evidence! Besides, he's just trying to get infomation just play it off.》

《What if he already knows?》 

"Well it wouldn't be a secret code word if I gave it away. It's my own system, and all my men know what they are." She tried to blow off the question.

"What about you and your men? Got anything going on with them?" She questioned. 

She did not like this man, not one bit. She could smell the Riften stink on him.
Bertha
"Not particularly. I feel that code words and secret commands are... Tacky. I talk to my troops in no uncertain terms, I want them to know what I'm thinking and what I have going on at all times, full transparency."
Mitzi
"Uh huh." Calina gave a nod and took a drink from her coffee.

"So how long have you've been captain for?" She asked, seeing how he wasn't creative when it came to handling his men. Or so she thought.
Bertha
"A few years, give or take. Haven't exactly been keeping count." He says, he really has not been keeping count, "But I'd like to think Riften has been safer since I took over, and it really has. Crime's taken a downturn, less activity on the home turf means mine and my men's lives are much easier."
Mitzi
"Really? I've heard a few travelers say other wise. Heard a guard shook her down for a entry fee? Privlage to enter Riften? As well as some other rumors." She took a sip from her coffee.

Some of the rumors she heard were true, well to her ears. Riften has always been a shitty city, smelled of fish and piss.
Bertha
"I know nothing of an entry fee, I'll have to discuss that with my men when I return." He says, his voice lightly disgruntled, "And what of these other rumors? I've been investigating the Thieves Guild presence since I joined and I've found no evidence."
Roy
Despite her best attempts, all she could gather captured thieves were that they were either on their own, or they were apart of smaller splinter groups. Nothing mentioned of a "Thieves Guild". Well besides one woman who made a slip of the tongue. She mention something about a bigger group, but nothing to go off of.
Mitzi
"Same here, I've all sorts of thieves come through here. Some of them got their baileds payed or served their time. Some of them are still locked up. Good riddance, thieves a nothing but scum." She shook her coffee and took a drink.
Bertha
"Easy for you to say. You were never one of them." He says, downing half of his mead in one drink, "Way I see it is they're victims of circumstance. Half of them simply have to steal because they don't have the coin to afford food. Even if they wanted work who would hire them?" He points his finger at Krowviir, "Would you hire the Khajiit who was kicked out of caravan? Or what of the Argonian who had to run from Morrowind, unable to read or do math because he was raised a slave? What of the Dunmer of House Hlaalu, who watched their family die and had to leave for Skyrim because the other Houses were out for blood. All of them have only skills of thievery because they had to learn them to survive, it's all they know." He says, his voice wavered a bit, this seems to be an oddly emotional topic for him