"You know, it's not often one comes across a elvish dagger with that kind of an enchantment on it, let alone that strong of one....Who does your enchanting?" The stable hand peered at the woman tying up her horse, a generic horse of no notable importance he was sure. Altmer that looked like her were more likely to be seen traveling via carriage, something a little more respectable than by a rented steed, dirty and unkempt as it was. He was positive she was someone important, and the thought made him nervous. She glanced down at the small man, noticing the beads of perspiration gathering around his upper lip. She made a disgusted face, taking in the rest of his appearance. The growing silence, something Raive preferred to banal chit chat with strangers, was noticeably making the stable hand anxious and she smirked to herself.<br/><br/>"First and foremost, you,<span style="font-style: italic">sir</span>have absolutely no idea what you're talking about. I can tell you that with the utmost confidence because you cannot simply tell the strength of an enchantment by glancing at it. Second, it's not an elvish dagger, which tells me you're inexperienced with the higher levels of smithing. This is a Daedric dagger, crafted by a dear friend who has long since passed onto his Sovengarde.... But, to satisfy your curiosity, I do my own enchanting. Was there a particular reason you wasted the last ten minutes of my very,<span style="font-style: italic">very</span>valuable time?" She spoke all of this quickly, in a low register that most people considered an attractive addition. Even so, her words had an edge to them that plainly told the stable hand that she was not someone to be trifled with. The stable hand stepped back quickly, stuttering as he went, "No, no, by all means no, I wasn't trying to waste your time...I'll be going, and your steed can stay here as long as you need, no charge, no charge."<br/><br/>She snorted as he scurried out of the room. She turned and looked down at her side where the dagger rested on her belt, looked back up and shrugged. She left the stables and started the short walk to the entrance to Solitude, her least favorite hold in Skyrim. As she walked, she pondered this new arrangement, wondering what was in store for the Thieves Guild... It was known that there were previous arrangements like this with The Dark Brotherhood before, a meeting of two groups to solve problems that helped both evolve as time passed....but it had been some time since then. All she really knew was that she was to meet her new "partner" as it was put, in the Winking Skeever. The name of the Inn always made her giggle, mostly because she found it ridiculous, especially when other people said it.<br/><br/>Once she reached the door of the Inn, she paused, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Looking around the main room filled with tables and chairs, she noticed a few patrons. Over at the far side of the room were a group of Argonians, no doubt workers for the East Empire Trade Company, gambling away their paychecks.... A Khajit sat alone in an alcove on the other end of the room, and taking in its' appearance she grimaced. She was never very fond of the Khajit and their asshole attitudes....Not to mention that opinion was influenced by a handful of Khajit she had met through work. As she scanned the room nonchalantly, she noticed a Dunmer sitting alone at the table farthest from anyone, sipping a glass of wine, looking out of place. He was dressed all too nicely to just be another regular at this place... He almost had a look of a noble, Divines only knows where he hailed from, but this must be the man she was looking for. He had that Brotherhood arrogance about him, and as she slowly headed his way she couldn't help but notice all the points of exit in the room, couldn't help play out scenarios in which she could casually grip his arm and steal whatever lay in his pockets, couldn't help but pinpoint what the plan of attack would  be if it had to go that way... As she came up to the table, she pulled out a chair, sat down and leaned back.<br/><br/>"My name is Raive, I assume you're who I'm supposed to be meeting here?"