"Deadbeats? What'd they do?" 

"They owe our organization some serious coin and they've decided not to pay. I want you to explain to them the error of their ways."

"Alright. Who am I shaking down?"

"Keerava, Bersi Honey-Hand and Haelga. Do this right, and I can promise you a permanent place in our organization."

"Sounds like a deal," he says with a sly smile, "Any more instructions?"

"Hm," he nods, "Honestly, the debt is secondary here. What's more important is that you get the message across that we aren't to be ignored. A word of warning though... I don't want any of them killed. Bad for business."

"You've got it," he says, "Consider it done." 

He straightens, turning back towards the entrance he'd used to get in here. Presumably they have a more convenient one somewhere, but he probably won't be granted access to it until he's an official member of the Guild.

"If you need any more information on your marks, feel free to ask," he comments as the lad walks away.

He offers an acknowledging wave as he reaches the door. He'll figure it out. 

It takes him the rest of the afternoon.

He overhears Keerava's sweetheart, Talen-Jei, mentioning to the jeweler Madesi that he's looking for three flawless Amethysts. Amethysts which Gaemir happens to have on him - stolen, but who can tell? He offers to sell them to him, and from there manages to get a bit of useful information about Keerava's family. A mention here, a bit of pressure there, and the Argonian lady hands the coin over easy as pie. 

 As for Bersi, a quick glance around his shop lets him pinpoint his prized possession in no time. From there, all it takes is a pointed look to get him cooperating. 

 Haelga is no harder than the last two. He ambles into her bunkhouse casual as can be, leans back against her shrine to Dibella, and lets the silence speak for him. 

He comes back with a pouch of gold, which he drops on the table as he takes a seat across from the other thief. 

"Bit tedious," he muses, "Need anything else?"

He shakes his head, "That'll be all," he says. He tugs the pouch over and counts out a handful of coins, sliding them across the table, "And here's your cut." 

He leans back in his chair, giving the lad a smile full of satisfaction, "A job well done, and not a feather ruffled. You'll fit in here just fine. The name's Brynjolf, little thief, and a pleasure to meet you."

He grins back, "Gaemir," he offers, sliding the coins into his hand, and from there to a pouch in his jacket, "The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure," he adds, eyeing him from under his lashes. 

What a flirty one this is.

"I think it's about time you meet the Guildmaster, then. Follow me." So saying, he stands from his seat and heads over towards the cabinet in the back, triggering the false back to open and the leading the little thief into the cistern. 

Mercer is contemplating something in the center when Brynjolf ambles up to him with Gaemir in tow. 

"Mercer? This is the one I was talking about. Our new recruit."

Ooo, secret panels. How fun!

He follows, coming to stand at Brynjolf's right before 'Mercer'. 

"This better not be another waste of the Guild's resources, Brynjolf." He turns to give the kid a long look, "Before we continue, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. If you play by the rules, you walk away rich. You break the rules and you lose your share. No debates, no discussion... you do what we say, when we say."

He scowls at Brynjolf briefly; always bringing in strays, that one. Then he turns back again, "Do I make myself clear?" 

"Crystal."

"Good." He glances up in thought, then smirks, "I think it's time we put your expertise to the test."

He starts, "Wait a moment, you're not talking about Goldenglow, are you? Even our little Vex couldn't get in."

"You claim this recruit possesses an aptitude for our line of work. If so, let him prove it."

He turns to the kid, "Goldenglow Estate is critically important to one of our largest clients. However, the owner has suddenly decided to take matters into his own hands and shut us out. He needs to be taught a lesson."

He pauses to wait for any protests. When none are forthcoming, he nods, turning to head towards his desk, "Brynjolf will provide you with the details."

"Mercer, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Hmmm?" He turns back, "Oh yes. Since Brynjolf assures me you'll be nothing but a benefit to us, you're in. Welcome to the Thieves Guild." That done, he continues on his way. 

Wow, what a grump. Well, you can't win 'em all. He turns back to Brynjolf. 

"Well, there you go." He says, "Welcome to the family. I'm expecting you to make us a lot of coin, so don't disappoint me."

Family, huh? He smiles wryly. 

"You can count on it."

"Aye. As to the Goldenglow Estate - I can give you the overview, but you ought to talk to Vex before you begin. Imperial-Redguard girl. You'll find her in the training room," he gestures to the passage to the right, "Or back in the Flagon."