A familiar figure entered his line of sight, his fiery mane was like a torchbug in the night. Resuming his search of his target, the Listener took up his Daedric bow, his mind focused on his goal, shutting out the world around him. The Listener silently scaled to a balcony, using the height and the shadows of the roof to his advantage. Pulling up his shrouded hood, the Bosmer Assassin gestured to his companion before sinking deeper into the shadows. There were too many people, he needed a better vantage point. Loth's Bosmeri ears fixed to listen for the thick accented voice he knew by heart. A pair of molten eyes scanned the crowd, searching for a specific figure peddling his wares as he often did back in the day. Shopkeepers new and old offering their wares and services as civilians and guardsmen moved about the market, unaware of what was lurking in the shadows. It was mid-afternoon, and the market was bustling. Against the one man he had once called dad, and so he set out towards Riften with a full quiver and a crazy Jester following close behind. He wanted revenge against the organization. But Loth still hadn't forgotten the betrayal of the Thieves Guild. As the years went by, and Loth's power grew, becoming the Listener. The crazy Jester introduced him to a whole new family, The Dark Brotherhood Loth finally felt at home. Until he met a certain jester by the name of Cicero. Loth was utterly broken by Brynjolf's betrayal. But it was all ripped away from him and Loth lost the only other family he knew, not even knowing if his twin lived or not.
The Nord had taken him and his sister in, giving them food and a place to call home. He and his long lost twin sister were starving on the streets, trying to survive when the Thieves Guild stepped in. The mere thought of it caused a bitter rage to rise within Loth. The town that Lotharion Sangelien remembered clearly, the rundown town where beggars lined the streets, and merchants struggled to make ends meet.The town where the Thieves Guild called home. A far cry from the dank, rundown lakeside town it used to be.
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