Bjorlam: Need a ride? Where do you want to go? Climb in back and we'll be off. If you've never been to Riften, be sure to visit the Black-Briar meadery. A few mugs of that and you will forget all about the long trip.
Riften Guard: Hold there. Before I let you into Riften, you need to pay the visitor's tax.
For the privilege of entering the city. What does it matter?
All right, keep your voice down. You want everyone to hear you? I'll let you in, just let me unlock the gate. Welcome to Riften.
Mjoll the Lioness: I has another run-in with the Thieves Guild.
Maul: Hey, you. Get over here. I want to talk to you.
Sapphire: I'm really getting tired of your excuses. When you borrowed the money, you said you'd pay it back on time and for double the usual fee.
Haelga: New around Riften? Take my advice. Stay at the Bee and Barb, the Bunkhouse isn't for you.
Brynjolf: Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh lad? Expecting free information, eh? Help me deal with business first, then we'll see how I can help you. Besides, you look like your pockets are a little light on coin, am I right?
Passing on a golden opportunity is worse. I've got a bit of an errand to perform, but I need an extra pair of hands. And in my line of work, extra hands are well-paid.
Simple, I'm going to cause a distraction and you're going to steal Madesi's silver ring from a strongbox under his stand. Once you have it, I want you to place it in Brand-Shei's pocket without him noticing.
There is someone who wants to see him put out of business permanently. That's all you need to know. I'll be out in the market all day, from eight in the morning until eight in the evening. Meet me then if you've still got the stomach for it.
We've been contracted to make sure Brand-Shei remembers not to meddle in affairs that aren't his own. Now, since we're not the Dark Brotherhood, we're not going to kill him. We're just going to make sure he sits in prison for a few days.
Do you want me to hold your hand as well? You're going to have to sneak over to Madesi's stall and use your lockpick on the strongbox. Then when you have the ring, you pickpocket Brand-Shei and leave it behind.
I'll be at the market come morning. You better be there too.
Okay lad, ready to make some coin? Good, wait until I start the distraction and then show me what you're made of.
Everyone! Everyone! Gather around! I have something amazing to show you that demands your attention! No pushing, no shoving. Plenty of room!
Brand-Shei: Come on Brynjolf. What is it this time?
Brynjolf: Patience, Brand-Shei. This is a rare opportunity and I wouldn't want you to get left out. Looks like I choose the right person for the job. And here you go, your payment, just as I promised. The way things have been going around here, it's a relief that our plan went off without a hitch.
Bah. My organization's been having a run of bad luck, but I suppose that's just how it goes. But never mind that. You did the job and you did it well. Best of all, there's more where that came from. If you think you can handle it.
All right, then. Let's put that to the test. The group I represent has it's home in the Ratway beneath Riften, a tavern called the Ragged Flagon. Get there in one piece and we'll see if you've really got what it takes. What is it with you and all these questions? Very well, ask away.
Yeah, I bet I know your guy. He's hiding out in the Ratway Warrens, paying us good coin for nobody to know about it. If I have to hold your hand through everything, maybe you aren't cut out for this kind of work. It's under your feet, lad. Just follow the smell.
Madesi: Jewelry with legendary Argonian craftsmanship!
Grelca: Looking to stay alive? Why take a chance?
Hewnon: I don't know, Drahff. They'd skin us alive if they knew we were doing this.
Drahff: Why are you always acting like such a big baby? I've gotten us this far. Is someone there?
Faendol: You can't beat me!
Gian: Is someone there?