Just a quick sketch before I head off to work, and a long dabble after it. And as the title remarks, This is the confession between Aisling and Brynjolf. It’s cheesy but I got sold to my own idea :’D Sue me!!!
This is self indulging work, If you do not like it, don’t look at it. Don’t be a dick. and if you are going to be, prepared for the consequences. Remember, there is a line where you are being a critique or being a dick. I do know the difference.
It’s been at least a year and a half since Aisling joined the guild. Only a few months ago she was appointed the title of Guild master after defeating Mercer and returning the Skeleton Key. While everyone else hung out around the bar where Vekel was serving drinks, celebrating the Guilds fortune and the New Guild master that brought it all back.
Aisling sat at one of the tables she had to herself, watching the festive activities, a slow sip of her mead with a smile. She placed her drink down on the table removing herself from the table then soon the room. Her Disappearance didn’t go unnoticed. Brynjolf watched as she left and gave it a few minutes before he would follow, His empty tankard being placed in front of Vekel as he walked away. Seemed that no one in the guild noticed the two leaving. Or possibly just didn’t care. They were too caught up in the celebration and drinking games. Delvin leaning over into a bucket throwing up what he had drank and Vex with the satisfying look of victory on her features. Everyone else cheering and laughing being mixed and echoed through out the Rat Way.