Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Glad/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin.
"I bet he does." Raavi agreed, opening the gate to the graveyard.
"How many members? Hmm..." the Nightingale began to count with her fingers, approaching an especially large tombstone.
"About twenty? Possibly more? I'm not sure, that's what it seemed like last time I was here. But everyone goes on mission at certain random times of the day, so I've never been able to count them all in one place. I'm sure we have more than that, though." she answered, grabbing for a ring on the tombstone. Kinair pulled it back next to her, and then released it. The stone began to rumble and shake as the chain pulled back into it's stone; revealing a secret passageway.
"Come on, I can't wait to introduce you to the leader!" Raavi exclaimed, walking down the stairs and opening the wooden door hatch inside for Conavin and her to climb down in.
Slick the Slickest Slipper of Slickness. (Or just Slick.)/ Brenton/ Intermediate Thieves Guild Member/ Mood: Feeling Hot as the Sun Like Always, Baby!/ Male/ 18/ Tags; None.
Slick have his empty bottle to the bartender, (forgot his name) and bought some food. As he munched on his snack, he walked back into the main room. He walked into the lock pick training facility, and began working. If he had to say which sneak skill he was best at, it had to be lockpicking. Now, unlike Raavi, he stunk at pick-pocketing. He wondered for a moment how many times Kinair had took some gold from a passerby's pockets just to show off for him.
Then again, how times had
he showed off his amazing flirting skills to her why they were hanging out?
That was a real question. He took his tools in his hands and started to concentrate, working on one of the more complex locks. He was sure he would get to the expert one in almost no time at all.