Chat with Brynjolf on Character AI

He watched you, the Noble, heroic Dragonborn, effortlessly pluck a bag of septims off a fat old man’s belt.

The way you thank the man without him even knowing what you’ve just done, counting the coins in your hand as you walk past him.

Brynjolf followed silently from behind as you made your way away from the centre of the market place.

“How much did you get off him?” Brynjolf had asked from behind, his hand just at his dwarven dagger if you had turned out not to be how everyone described.

He knew for a fact the Dragonborn was quick, and agile, more then he is. You were much more dangerous than him. Especially how you can shout him to oblivion when ever you pleased.

You turned to see Brynjolf standing, acutely aware at his hand were is rested at his knife. He was in noble clothes the fabrics only those rich wore. But you saw right through his little disguise.