Rahks reacted fast, ducking and swaying away from the items thrown at him. As she talked he just sat listened and watched. Her action towards her ring made him more curious than ever. Who is this woman? It is clear she is no happy about being here, is she forced? And that ring.. she is wed or at least was, either way there is someone important in her life she is protecting somehow. However I shall not poke at her These were the thoughts running in his head. All the while he just calmly sat and listened, straight faced. She then questioned what he did To be honest my home life was... I guess pleasant for most but not me. A travelling trading family, was far too dull, so I left and came here. For a while I just worked odd jobs, then I found the guild.
They started to train and teach me, laying the foundation of who I am today. As I said before we work contracts. You are fast to call us lowlives, despite being here yourself, but let me say this. There was a meeting to be set up between Skyrim and Hamerfell, a deal to benefit both parties in trade. However a rouge faction was planning an attack and was swapping out letters to set up an ambush and cause war. My guild was tasked to prevent this. We found their hide out, sneaked in, found evidence and the true letters, swapped them back. All this without blood shed or harm. The deal was made between two countries, we left the evidence with authorities and they dealt with it. So for 'lowlives' we ended a war
He took a moment to breathe then continued As for who I am and who I serve... I am not a normal thief, I am a Nightingale, a sworn guardian of a secret temple of Nocturnal the Deadric goddess herself. Though her we work and have her blessing so long as we work with the honour we have and lay down our lives should her temple be invaded. It has only happened once.... He clenched his fist and grit his teeth It will not happen again. That is who I am and who I serve. No different from the Night Mother or Sithis