Mission accomplished


Dear Mother,

J’Zhirr returns to Brynjolf with the good news. Brynjolf is really happy that J’Zhirr finishes the job successfully and rewards this one with 200 gold. He also tells J’Zhirr that Maven Black-Briar wants to speak to this one. Brynjolf does not know that details but says that it is about a job. Maven will be waiting at The Bee and Barb.

But the Black-Briar matriarch can wait. For J’Zhirr wants to visit the Dwemer ruin that Mjoll the Lioness spoke about. Perhaps this one will be able to retrieve her blade, or perhaps not. But one thing is certain, it will be an exciting experience.


Welcome to the family

JZhirr and Brynjolf

Dear Mother,

Brynjolf happily welcomes J’Zhirr to the family. He says that J’Zhirr will get his cut of the spoils as long as he do as he was told and keeps his blade clean. The Thieves Guild cannot turn a profit by killing. He gives J’Zhirr the name of two people in the Guild who can provide J’Zhirr with extra jobs. This one should also speak to someone called Tonilia for a set of new armor.

J’Zhirr asks Brynjolf for more details about about the Goldenglow job.

Brynjolf explains that the Goldenglow Estate is a bee farm owned by a wood elf called Aringoth. Goldenglow Estate used to be the Thieves Guild’s sweetest deal and it was the Thieves Guild’s job to make sure that the honey kept flowing to Maven Black-Briar. In other words, the Thieves Guild make sure that the collection of honey goes smoothly and that Maven has the monopoly on buying the product. In return, Maven allows the Thieves Guild extort money from Aringoth. Then out of the blue, Aringoth stops sending the Guild their cut.

So the Guild sent a scout to find out what happened. It turned out that Aringoth had sent the city guards packing and hired a bunch of mercenaries to guard the place. The scout barely made it out alive. Brynjolf says that J’Zhirr should speak with Vex, who was the scout, before he pays a visit to Goldenglow Estate.

Vex. Now that name sounds familiar for some reason.

New task for the new recruit

Mercer Frey and Brynjolf

Dear Mother,

Brynjolf introduces J’Zhirr as the new recruit. Despite Brynjolf’s enthusiasm, Mercer Frey’s face does not lose its sour expression. He warns Brynjolf that this (referring J’Zhirr) had better not be another waste the Guild’s resources before turning to look at J’Zhirr. After giving J’Zhirr a quick once over, Mercer says, “Before we continue, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. If you play by the rules, you walk away rich. You break the rules and you lose your share. No debates, no discussions… you do what we say, when we say.”

J’Zhirr does not like this bossy man very much. J’Zhirr is tempted to walk away but instead he just nods quietly in answer. One day, J’Zhirr will make Mercer view this one in a different light but today is not the day. Mercer seems satisfied and says that it’s time to put J’Zhirr’s expertise to the test.

Brynjolf suddenly looks concerned. He asks, “Wait a moment, you’re not talking about Goldenglow, are you? Even our little Vex couldn’t get in.”

Mercer is unconcerned. He says, “You claim this recruit possesses an aptitude for our line of work. If so, let him prove it.”

Oh, very clever, Mercer. J’Zhirr sees how the man is playing it. If J’Zhirr fails, Mercer will not only be able to get rid of someone he dislikes, but he will also be able to use J’Zhirr’s failure to put Brynjolf in his place. If J’Zhirr succeeds, the Thieves Guild will gain another useful pawn member. Brynjolf shoots J’Zhirr an apologetic look. He probably did not expect things to turn out this way but it is alright, J’Zhirr is a big Khajiit and knows how to take care of himself.

Mercer says that J’Zhirr can get the details for the job from Brynjolf. Just as Mercer is about to walk away, Brynjolf quietly reminds him, “Mercer, aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Mercer seems to recall. “Since Brynjolf assures me you’ll be nothing but a benefit to us, then you’re in. Welcome to the Thieves Guild.”

And that’s it. J’Zhirr is now an official member.

Meeting the Guild Master


Dear Mother,

After collecting all the debts, J’Zhirr returns to the Ragged Flagon. Brynjolf is most pleased at this one’s success. Then he leads J’Zhirr to a cupboard in the storeroom. The cupboard hides the entrance to the Cistern, the headquarters of the Thieves Guild.

Brynjolf opens the cupboard’s false back and leads the way to a big circular room. J’Zhirr sees several members lounging around. Brynjolf ignores them and heads directly to a raised platform over the pool in the center of the room. A gray-haired man, dressed in the same type of clothing as Brynjolf, comes and joins us. Brynjolf introduces him as Mercer Frey, the Guild Master.

Brynjolf and friends

Brynjolf and friends at the Ragged Flagon

Dear Mother,

J’Zhirr ignores the questioning looks of the other people at the Ragged Flagon as he walks up to Brynjolf, who is smiling happily at the appearance of this one. There is a bit of pride in his voice as he says, “Well, well… color me impressed, lad. I wasn’t certain I’d ever see you again!”

Geez, thanks for the confidence, Brynjolf.

J’Zhirr replies that it is easy to get to the Ragged Flagon.

Brynjolf laughs, “Reliable and headstrong? You’re turning out to be quite the prize!” Then he asks J’Zhirr to handle some deadbeats who owed his group some serious coin. Brynjolf says the debt is secondary; what is important is that J’Zhirr get the message across that Brynjolf’s group isn’t to be ignored. So this one is warned not to kill any of them.

J’Zhirr has never tried intimidating anyone before. This should be fun.

Dying breed eh?

Approaching the bar

Dear Mother,

J’Zhirr hears snippets of their conversation as this one walks up to the group standing at the counter.

The bartender is saying, “Give it up, Brynjolf… those days are over.”

Brynjolf protests, “I’m telling you, this one is different…” but is immediately told by several people that he is wrong.

The bartender speaks gently so as not to hurt Brynjolf’s feelings. He tells Brynjolf that it’s time to face the truth. “You’re all part of a dying breed. Things are changing!” he says.

At this moment, Brynjolf turns and sees J’Zhirr approaching. He cries out in triumph as he points a finger at this one, “Dying breed, eh? Well what do you call that then!”