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@mistwxlker / Robyn.

“  … A bit far from home, aren’t you, Frey?”

Robyn was as surprised as he ; Questioning her vision as warm amber eyes fell upon a shadowed ghost from the past.  It was difficult to forget the man -  His voice brought forth both a wave of nostalgia & a slight startled shudder up her spine.  Road weary && worn the woman boasted a few more scars since they last met ; faded markings tickling her chin &&& gods knew where else.  

A grimace of a smile sprawled across thin pale lips - a weary gust of a laugh filling the distance between them.  Oh ; but of course.  Who else was she to cross paths with but Mercer Frey himself as she took her exploits further from the Barrow than she’d liked.  Closer to home than she’d liked.  Closer to Guild territory.

“How … Dreadfully convenient.”

She dragged her darting gaze away - Tone meek with an air of vague amusement at her coincidental misfortune.  She knew it had been a gamble ; that she risked passing a familiar face - that was Mallory luck for you.  

“Dare I ask if you could be swayed into a favor ?  My lips will remain as sealed as yours. Delvin -” She paused , the name feeling nearly foreign on her tongue.  Guilt twisting her gut as if she’d swallowed stones. “Doesn’t need to know I’m around…”  Or so she preferred.

“But why oh, why, are you here – ?  ”

     “ I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you, ” he replies, sipping at his drink. “ Though I’m sure you’ve heard the rumors of a ‘Dragonborn’ floating around recently. With as much as you travel, it would be a miracle if you hadn’t. Anyway, ” he waves one hand dismissively, “ turns out I’m the Dragonborn. Have to save the world or some nonsense like that. It’s the only reason I’m so far from Riften. ”

     He lets the statement settle between them for several long beats before he drains the rest of his tankard in one go, face scrunching on reflex as the taste of mead washes over his tongue. Gods, he never was a fan of the stuff. Once it’s settled he turns his full attention to her, one arm settled upon the wooden table and the other in his lap.

     “ You said you needed a favor? ” he questions, quirking a brow. “ Dare I ask for what? Delvin won’t hear a word about you from me, you can rest assured there. ” The Mallory sibling was a tough case to pin down anyway; meeting with her anywhere was always a rare and fleeting occurrence.

     “ You know I’m good one of the best at my job. Know how to keep a secret. ”

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     “ I’m not here to convince you to join the Guild, don’t worry. ”

     Of all the people to meet in a tavern in the middle of nowhere, he’d not expected it to be Robyn. Her appearances had always been fleeting at best, and Delvin had always kept her existence a secret from the rest of their little family. To stumble across her here is a surprise to the Breton, who sips gingerly at his mead. (He never was fond of the taste.)

     He glances sideways at her from the corner of his eye before setting his tankard down and lifting a loaf of bread to his lips. “ There’s something much bigger that came up. Nobody else in the Guild knows, and I’d prefer to keep it that way. This is out of their expertise. ”