BRYNJOLF:
Outside the closet door Bryn could hear the khajiit's proposal to help him out of his current situation. "This isn't some sort of understanding, cat. I'll see what I can scrape up, but until then, just know that you not getting locked up is my offer at the moment" Brynjolf took a deep sigh. "At this rate, I wish I could say the same about your former accomplices."
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JACOBY:
Scampering through the halls of the immense palace, Jacoby and the mystery man who aided him caught up with Maven, who had just watched Hides take off with the Jarl moments ago to the crown's room. She noticed neither of the two had returned, the serpent had finally struck its prey, and all the pieces had fallen into place. "With the two gone for now, it's time for you both to take your positions, we've got guards headed up to chack on Elisif now." The mystery man simple nodded and headed back into the halls to undertake his part of the mission. Jacoby, on the other hand, seeked to do what he stated much earlier in the mission, eliminate loose ends.
With everything playing out the way it was, Jacoby took his time to prance down the halls, skipping and singing on his way down to confront the absent Brynjolf. "I drink to my wealth! To days rich and lush! For the age of deception, has just begun... Down with the Guild! The worst of all teams! And to my success, I'll dance and I'll sing...'' He was immediately stopped at the sound of footsteps coming down from the other end of the hall. It was the rest of the Knives. Not willing to walk right into his death, he briskly moved into the corresponding hallway. "Phew... well that was a close..." He turned to see Labrys and Achilles, this time with Stilletto with them.
"You guys made it! I thought you were goners back there in that mess." Jacoby put on the cheesiest, half-baked smile before turning to Stilletto, knowing well who she's aligned with. "It's... nice to uh, see you've 'connected' with my comrades already." Clearly remarking at how she was latched on to Achilles, he held back any form evidence to knowing her, he couldn't make a scene. Not yet.
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OLYVIAH:
Before she could catch up with the rest, the mystery man with Jacoby snuck up from behind her, knock her out with a chloroform rag. Half-conscious, she only heard faint words. "With you in our pocket, we'll definitely add more fuel to this fire..."