Another day of stealing is just what I need. I slump in one of the chairs in the Flagon while letting out a huff. I keep thinking that I need to get the Guild the footing that it needs in Skyrim, but then again I can't do this on my own. I sigh and place my head in my hands. What am I supposed to do?

"You alright there, lass?" said the thick heavy accented man that we all know too well, Brynjolf.

"I'm going to be perfectly honest with you, Bryn. I'm exhausted from running all over Skyrim, trying to get our footing back." I say removing my hands from my tired expression. I haven't slept in almost a week.

"When's the last time you've slept, lass?" His voice full of concern.

"Almost a week ago." I say after I yawn.

"You need to rest. More like a break."

"If you think that I'm just going to take a break from the Guild and take a break, your dead wrong, Bryn. Besides, if I was going to take that break, you were going to come with me. You need it to."

"I couldn't do that now, lass. I have to manage the finances for the Guild."

"Have Delvin or Vex do it while we're gone. We need this right now."

"I don't know-" Brynjolf said until I decided to cut him off saying, "It'll be worth it. You can't win this one, Brynjolf." He sighs.

"You win, lass. I'll notify Delivn and Vex about it while you go pack." Brynjolf risen from the chair that he was sitting in to tell the pair.

"Where are we going?"

"How 'bout the marsh just outside of Solitude?"

"Great." I say with a smile. Gods, what have I gotten myself into this time? The marsh is full of spiders, and they are my nemesis. I guess I have to be brave enough to fight them, or Brynjolf will think I'm a coward.

||time skip till they get to the marsh||

By the time Brynjolf and I make it to the marsh, we found a place to set up camp. Luckily, there wasn't any spiders on the road or I would've been screwed.

I lay out my bedroll next to Bryn's and sit down on it. My eyes grow wide after a few minutes of sitting there in silence. Brynjolf noticed my face and asked what's wrong.

"Behind you. S-Spiders!" I yell. There was three spiders coming up behind Bryn. I tucked my legs to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. Next thing I know is that the spiders let out a screech, signaling that they are dead.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, lass. They're dead." Brynjolf said placing his hands on my shoulders. He sat down and cradled me in his arms.

"I'm sorry." I say shakily after silence pasted us for a few minutes.

"What's there to be sorry for?"

"This."

"Why didn't you tell me you were scared of spiders?"

"Because I didn't want to look like a coward in front of you, Bryn. You think when ever we are traveling to Whiterun or somewhere that I'm just a brave person, but deep down inside I feel like a coward."

"Lass, just because you are afraid of spiders doesn't mean you're a coward. Maybe we need more than just a week. Don't ya think, lass?"

"Aye." Brynjolf and I stayed like that all night. I feel safer than ever before.