The tunnels seemed to go on forever. Isabel could swear the cat was taking them around in circles. She was starting to get worried. She normally wouldn't trust a random stranger that seemed to know their situation, but it was the rock or a hard place. Taking on a thief was nothing compared to a horde of pissed off mages. Finally, the Khajiit stopped and looked around. Isabel felt her magika channeling into her hand. She let it go when the cat started pushing on the walls.

"It's here somewhere...I...Ah!" The Khajiit stepped back as the wall slid away and revealed a tavern of sorts. The secret hideout of the imperial thieves and it wasn't that impressive. Isabel got the impression that it was formerly a crypt of some kind. The lingering dead felt heavy in the air. They walked across the torch-lit path and over to the bar. A few members of the guild were lingering around with their drinks, but none of them paid any attention when the strangers entered.

"So, you finally made it. Come and sit...or maybe lay down. You all don't look to hot." The barkeep, a large bald man, boomed across the tables.