[i]The patience of thieves[/i]

About this image

Just how much do these nobles eat?! she thought silently to herself.

Slink had tucked behind a desk in the corner, passing the tedious hours in silent contemplation. Her eyes peered just over the desktop, long since adjusted for the dim light of the Count's chamber. She recalled the higher-ups downstairs had started eating at eight-o'-clock- it was damn near eleven now, and no sign of the count or countess (the latter of which possessed the ring Slink was after).

Then she heard it. The creaking of a door, followed by a set of chainmail armor and the muffled sound of upper-class clothing shuffling in soon after. Sure enough, her prey had arrived, and in a few moments, Slink would have her quarry. With a little luck, Leyawiin wouldn't know what hit it til she was back on the road to Bravil.

Sleep soundly, Mister and Misses Caro, she mused to herself silently, grinning as she pulled out her lockpicks.
_

Mods:
RealSwords Bosmer (arrows)

Ah, the patience of thieves!

My little Bosmer thief at the midpoint of her Thieves' Guild career. Tucked patiently behind a desk, waiting for the Count 'n Countess of Leyawiin to hit the sack. Some rough Photoshop vignetting to highlight the subject (tho Im not completely satisfied with it :| ).