You've been kicked out of the Guild, %PCName. Better make amends, or no one's going to talk to you.

It was a mistake, how you handled that job. Don't mess up like that again.

Why are you talking to me about that? You want to get a claw to the face?

It isn't always diamonds and rubies, %PCRank. This job isn't always glamorous. But who's complaining when the gold hits your pocket?

And how do you plan to make money by killing our clients, fool? What were you thinking? Were you thinking anything at all? Ah, forget about it, %PCRank. You're no longer a member of the Thieves Guild. Get out of my sight.

She's skipping town, is she? Not before she pays the rest of her fee, we'll make sure of that. Don't worry about it, %PCRank. You've done your job, so you get your coin. Now Arhom and I will do ours.

You did what!? What possessed you to go behind my back and speak directly to the client? That's not how things work in the Thieves Guild, %PCRank, you should know that by now! And if you don't you should learn it quick before a nastier master than me puts a dagger in your eye -- now get out of my sight!

She went to the trouble of hiring us for these little things? I thought they'd be made of gold, at least. Turns out it isn't money that makes the nobles crazy. They're just crazy.

Do you want to get paid, %PCRank? Because standing around in this dingy basement making hot air doesn't get either of us paid. Now go out there and get me those candlesticks!

Have you recovered those heirlooms for our client yet?

Have you recovered those heirlooms for our client yet?

Have you recovered those heirlooms for our client yet?

Have you recovered those heirlooms for our client yet?

Poor girl's found herself on hard times, she has. Pawned most of her possessions to Valvius Matius to pay off some debts. Apparently some prized family heirlooms -- a pair of candlesticks -- ended up with the pawnbroker, and now she wants them back. That's where you come in. Go fetch the candlesticks from Valvius Matius and bring them back to me. His store is just across the street from us.

I haven't been able to speak with the Duchess yet. She's a very busy woman! Don't fret, I'll have that payment for you soon, I promise!

You did!? You're my saviour! But I was expecting the other one, the Argonian? Oh, it doesn't matter! Now, I'm sure your colleague told you all about my friendship with Duchess, and how she would be happy to loan me a few septims... well, I haven't been able to speak with her, unfortunately. Not yet, at least! But, and I'm ever so sorry, that means I can't give you the rest of the fee today. Why don't you come back tomorrow and I'll have the money for you?

No? I could have sworn...

Did you bring my precious candlesticks?

You must promise not to tell anyone! This is what I plan to do: once I've got my precious heirlooms back, I'm leaving here. I don't expect I'll come back. No, I'll make a new life for myself elsewhere, without debt and deprivation and a crumbling old house. Maybe I'll go to Port Telvannis and live in a mushroom! Now that'd be something, wouldn't it?

Why should I tell you, you nosy little creep? Am I supposed to share my plans with any stranger who wanders into my home?

Oh, my precious candlesticks! Why did I ever give them away? If my mother were alive today, she would be crying with shame. But no matter, I'll have them back soon enough, and then...

I don't care how deprived that prissy noble claims she is, I'm certain she's got loot stashed somewhere in that big mansion of hers. Have you seen it? It's up the hill, in Vaynth Quarter.

Don't like this job a bit, which is why I turned it down. If Antoni's so hard up she can't pay her debts to the pawnbroker, how does Fitz-Fitz expect she's going pay us?

Yeah, I got 'em. That's one of them over there, in the corner, and the other one's making my dinner's feel like a proper noble banquet! You interested? Promised Friela Antoni I'd keep 'em on hand for a time, until she could pay down the debt on 'em. If you've got the coin, I'm not gonna say no, though. I'm not expecting Friela to keep to her word, and I'm running a business 'ere, not a damn storehouse!