I must admit I almost shed a tear at Brynjolf's short and unemotional speech when he made me Guild Master with the consent of Vex, Delvin and Karliah. I enjoyed that moment when he was devoted to me and my doing, be that more the Guild's monemt perhaps which might be the superficial cause of his attention, though I must admit I stand with a feeling of it having root in him caring for me. He's awfully busy as he was before my quest through the Twilight Sepulcer. I can't help but think back on the time when I was a mere novice thief, sneaking around in the Ratway, pickpocketing homeless for their only few septims. Now I make my office with the crown of Barenziah shining behind me, letting everyone know exactly who is in charge. The guild is up and running again and if I've ever been proud of something in my life, that is what I am now. Karliah is back around sometimes, Brynjolf is busy as ever and I swear I even saw Vex smile at me when I took my seat. The face of Nocturnal embraces me from across the Cistern and when I sit here fiddling with a lockpick, I'm not the least uncertain of where I belong.
- Ka'Jael 'Stormblade' Sheth
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