A Khajiit, one that was slim, with brown tabby markings, and short, slipped into the tavern soundlessly, as was her habit. Although, you couldn't see her markings due to the faceplate of her armor. None here would recognize it, for the organization it represented was very secretive. It was a branch of the Thieves' Guild, of a sort. Even the Thieves' Guild itself didn't know of its existence, only believing them to be a myth. This Khajiit was a member of the Nightengale Trio, and wore its armor. The black leather shined almost like metal. It was a very fine set of armor, and likely would sell for a lot if she had the need. But, in her line of work, someone as skilled as her made a lot of coin. She walked to the bar and put a few Septims on the table. "Ale, please." Her words were heavily accented, as with most Khajiit. The barkeeper recognized her voice, though, and said, "You've got some nerve coming here after what you did to Keerava." The Khajiit waved her hand dismissively at such a comment. "Shut up and give me the damn ale I paid for, Talen-Jei. I could just as easily have stolen it." Talen-Jei gulped audibly, but nodded and gave the Khajiit her ale, who took it wordlessly. It was obvious that he was afraid of this Khajiit. Divines know what it was she did to his lover, but he obviously didn't like it. Riften was a very dangerous place to live, what with the Thieves' Guild returning to power. No one knew what happened, but the Guild's grown much stronger in a very short time.
The Khajiit was not well-known, as far as adventuring goes, but she was not adventurer. She was a professional thief as well as a trained assassin. Her name was Lai'Quir, and she was a Nightingale as well as a member of the Dark Brotherhood. As such, she earned a lot of gold, which was due to doing jobs for the Thieves' Guild, and fulfilling contracts for the Dark Brotherhood. Ever since the Listener was found, the Night Mother was able to communicate with the rest of the Brotherhood and tell them when someone performed the Black Sacrament. Not many would recognize her, for she works in the shadows, out of sight and out of mind. She'd only been jailed once, but she'd quickly escaped. It had been here in Riften, actually, that she'd been caught. But, after all, she had escaped, only being in there for a couple of hours. For now, though, she removed her faceplate, revealing her brown muzzle, and drank the ale she'd paid for.