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Well, things had taken a turn to the fucking weird hadn't they?

For all his inclination to be a flashy bastard, Gav' prided himself on his ability to stay inconspicuous. That was actually the harder part of being a sneak thief. Not being seen was easy, but being seen and still not drawing attention to yourself? That was the hard part. And he had been trying his damnest to stay inconspicuous as he had made his way to the Temple in order to return what he had 'borrowed' from the old Dragon God. The crowd should have helped a bit, easier to blend in when there's more to blend with. 

But in the end, it hadn't done him a lick of good had it?

Somehow that blonde Nord bint with the ice blue eyes had spotted him right away. Walked up to him and a bunch of people he didn't know and declared them Tourists, Thieves or Mages. The only thing that tempered his annoyance was just how pretty she was, more than pretty enough for Gav'. He made a mental note of her, every disadvantage could be turned into an opportunity. 

Before he had a chance to say anything, some other bleedin' idiot came over, claiming that they were his guests and that he would take them to his shop. Gav' was appreciative enough of the distraction to go along with it and follow the bosmer and the motley little group that he had gathered out of square, before taking the very first opportunity to slip away when none of them were looking. 

[i]That was a fucking close one.[/i]

Gav' still wasn't quite sure how that had all happened back there, but he was free to do as he pleased again. He wish that group of weirdos well, and hoped they would enjoy being ripped off by that pint sized purveyor of poor quality baked goods. He had more important things to do. Gold to return, Gods to appease.

He slipped through the busy streets, a quiet shadow amongst the merriment and gayety of the festival. It took him longer to circle back around to his destination than he would have liked. But a circuitous route seemed like the more sensible option, didn't want to run into that Bosmer again, or the pretty Nord... well... not yet at least anyway. Maybe later on tonight when he had time to buy her a few drinks and work his charms on her, now that would be a pleasant end to this business, wouldn't it? 

The square seemed a little quieter upon his return. He guessed the main events at the arena would be starting soon if they had not already. That would mean less people about, less chance of being seen. Perfect. He would do it now.

The quiet shadow detached itself from the wall beneath an coloured awning and skirted around its edge. He shunned the main set of doors and instead made for a small side entrance that he knew from experience opened up half way up along the nave of the temple. It had been unlocked last time, with luck it would be again. Gav' gently pressed the handle down. 

[i]Click.[/i]

It opened, and swung inward silently on a set of well oiled hinges. It looked like luck was still on his side after all, eh? 

The inside of the chapel was still bright, only the very corners of the  high vaulted ceiling and the tips of the stone columns lost in shadow. The rest of the temple was filled with the sunlight that streamed in through the vast stained glass windows that lined each and every wall. From the far end of the nave, away from the altar, Gav' could hear low conversation being made by at least two people on the rows of wooden pews. 

He left the door slightly ajar, in case he needed to make a quick getaway, and snuck down the side of the chapel. The lines of pillars made good cover to keep out of the view of whoever was talking at the other end. This was almost as easy as when he had taken the damned things.

Within seconds he was kneeling behind the altar, burlap sack in hand. From out of it came a pair of large ornate silver candle sticks that he set back upon either end of the altar. To this he added his gold purse, which contained all the gold he had taken from the communion plate, plus a substantial donation of his own.

As soon as it was out of his hands Gav' already felt better. He closed his eyes and made a whispered prayer to the mighty Akatosh, the divine to which this temple had been raised, and whom Gav' had so recently drew the attention of. It went a little something like this:

"I don't really do this kind of stuff very often... praying and that. But I guess if you're a God and everything you can hear me? Anyway I just wanted to ask... we cool now? Cos I gave it all back, everything, plus a bit extra to y'know sweeten the deal, and I would really, really, really, like to get some uninterrupted sleep."

Silence.

"...Guess I'll take that as a yes then?"

More silence.

"Okay... cool. I mean, would it be too much trouble to give me a sign or something?" 

Suddenly he felt it, the very ground beneath him beginning to tremble and shake, knocking dust from the down from the high vaulted ceiling and setting the new returned silverware to rattling upon the altar. 

It was an earthquake.

[i]Fuck.[/i]