A woman in a simple blouse of black with gray trousers uncrosses her legs.  She had been sitting in the common room as well; she had observed the trio departing.  The exact purpose of the rendezvous was surely unknown, but there could only be so many.  The operative of the thief guild, her identity concealed to any but those who knew the code of the Guild and how to recognize a fellow rose to her feet in a slow but graceful motion.  The book she had been perusing was folded, and her payment for the still warm cup of tea was tucked amongst its pages.  The employees would know to take the reading material away at a later date.<br/><br/>Softly, the woman began to ascend the stairs, pursing lips in thought.  Silk was unsure about this job.  The two were clearly well-armed, and though their gear was of obvious value to any fence in this time of war, she was unsure if the risk were close to the reward.  That they so openly insulted Maven in Riften was enough to make obvious that the two men were either fools or very dangerous.  Fools tended to die quickly these days, and if she was determined to be a successful thief, she learned how to recognize foolishness very quickly.<br/>She rather doubted these two were foolish.  The Bosmer was also an unknown, a third party that moved quickly on the pair.  It spoke of an independent, freewheeling thief.... or even more dangerous, possibly a contact for these two for some insurgents looking to cause trouble to the very comfortable situation that those in power wanted to keep in Riften.  As she passed the room the three had claimed, the thief turned an ear to any suspicious sounds.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>