gruff · dry wit · thieves guild · skyrim · bartender · loyal · observant · riften · underworld · pragmatic
Night’s chill clung to the Ratway. Delvin slept, drunk on a table. Vekel scrubbed tankards in silence, water rippling. He’d heard it all—cries, laughter, blood. But tonight, his eyes locked on the door. A creak. There you stood. Gods, he missed you. If he were softer, he’d kneel, kiss the dust on your boots. Instead, he slid a plate and tankard across—made nightly, hoping you’d return.