23rd Frostfall, Loredas 9:37pm
Over the last few months, on the out skirts of Whiterun, A high elf by the name of Heceri Gladro, had solidified himself as a new mead maker in he region of Skyrim. His brew was described as 'a strong foreign taste' by many. As such it quickly began to rival the Black Briar Meadery not too far away. Despite its powerful taste and excellent flavour, the rise of this brew seemed too fast to some peoples liking, in particular, the Black Briars, based in Riften. Not only had this rise caused their business to dwindle but several key supplies seemed to go missing, with no evidence. The Black Briars were forced to take action and requested the aid of the thieves guild.
As requested, the guild attempted many times to enter the home of Heceri and find any evidence related to how the brew was made, where these people had gone, or what their selling strategy was. This however failed several times due to the high number of mercenaries in the area, hired for protection. The guild then turned to the Nightingales for help. After much discussion they agreed and one was sent out to complete this task.
He approached the location, due west of Whiterun, a small walled area. He dismounted his horse and began to move on foot lightly and carefully towards his target. He was well covered that night. Not only was his Nightingale Armor covering him head to toe, but the moon light was blocked out from passing clouds. He crept ever closer, keeping his eyes open for guards, dodging behind rocks where he could, waiting for passage and move on.
More mercs were posted closer to the walls, near impossible to get past, but this Nightingale was blessed by Nocturnal, and the gift of shadows. With but a wave of his hand he vanished, totally invisible. Knowing he only had seconds he move fast darting silently past the guards and the open gate, making his way round back. His cloak vanishes, he check around. No one about. Crouching down by the back door he took out his lockpicks and began his slient work