The woman's gaze matched his own in intensity, Soren was slightly impressed as most would of flinched and looked away by now when stared down by a man of his stature. So the Thieves Guild eh? He was no stranger to them, in his youth when he first arrived at Riften he found himself in their ranks for a time when his only option to survive was to steal. He's evolved since then, uses an axe now rather than a dagger, he was always clumsy crouching anyway. His heavy steps giving him away every time, he's surprised for a moment the bard had him pinned down so well, perhaps he was easier to read than he'd like. "Aye, I am familiar with the guild." Was his short reply before the woman suddenly threw her dagger, the unmistakable sound of flesh tearing letting them know it hit their target. Soren put himself on the defense readily unsheathing his axe in one smooth motion, even if he did not understand the situation it did not mean he wasn't ready for it.<br/><br/>More men manifested from the shadows but she was ready for them, using some type of smoke to disable them before taking them out individually. Not an approach Soren would take personally, he was more of a swing like crazy until you hit someone type, but he admired her skill non the less. Once all of the attackers had been brought down, Soren took a couple of steps to survey her handiwork but the grin on his face dimmed when he saw the silver weapons splattered about. They where after him after all it seems, was this the work of the Silver Hand? Only they would know about him and his...gift. Either way, they where messing with the wrong person and Soren has been especially bitter since the death of Skjor by their hand. He was glad their deaths involved poison, it must not have been a peaceful passing.<br/><br/>The dragonborn let out a mighty laugh of glee the type he usually saved for drinks after a battle, but he figured now was a good as time as any to be happy after all he just found someone who was getting more interesting by the minute. "Point well proven Casfina! If only all bards had beauty, brain and brawn but something tells me that is hard to come by, it seems I have gotten rather lucky. I am Soren Stormbringer member of The Companions and those people call The Dragonborn. It would be an honor to have you on my journey to kill the 'giant man-eating flying lizards' as you have so eloquently put." Soren sheathed his axe and took a step back from the carnage before continuing. "Come, I am headed to Kynesgove but I will be stopping shortly in Whiterun to pick up my steed to make the journey faster, I have another you can borrow if you are without a mount." Soren began to walk again, heading down the well worn rocky path leading away from Riften, rambling on to his new found companion about his stallion whether she cared to listen or not. Once you got the dragonborn talking, especially about his dumb horse, you wouldn't hear the end of it.