The sewers: are sewers. Inside he finds a few fun traps, some guard skeevers, and the remains of a squatter. He squints at one of the bottles of mead littering the little alcove, but decides to leave it be. Who knows what's actually in that thing. 

The door on the other side lets out right in front of a side entrance. He pauses before going in, though - he thought he'd seen... Back inside the tunnel, he squints up at the ceiling. There's a hole. 

"Huh. The map didn't mention that..." he murmurs. With a shrug, he jumps up, catching the rim of the hole and pulling himself up. There's another door down a short hall -he carefully pulls it open. 

Well that was easy. The door lets out directly in front of the safe. Silent as a shadow, he creeps over and picks it open. 

Loot inside the safe: one large pouch of coins, two smaller ones, a pouch of jewels, and a letter. He grabs all of them, slipping them inside the small oilcloth bag he'd brought with him, and then closes the safe - leaving it unlocked, this time. 

Back outside, he swims back to the boat to stash his spoils, and only then heads back to the Estate for the second part of the job. He comes out just behind the hives, scrambles silently up the rocky shore, and then pauses to listen for any nearby guards before creeping out between the them. 

A quick series of fire spells later and he's out of there, swimming back to the boat for the last time that night. He's going to go to an inn after this and order a hot bath, see if he doesn't. 

He shudders in his coat all through the trip back to the docks, leaving the boat to the fisherman with his thanks, and then heading back into town. 

It's probably only been a couple hours since he set out. He fights with himself over whether to go get that bath now or after he reports in, but eventually the latter wins out. He wouldn't want to make Vex confess his undying love to Brynjolf unnecessarily! 

Brynjolf is waiting for him when he climbs down the ladder. 

"Word on the street is Goldenglow's been hit," he says as the lad comes up to him, shivering and soaked, but grinning. He smiles, "Good work, lad." 

"Yep," Gaemir tells him, passing him the oilcloth bag of loot, less one moonstone, "And here's the spoils. Vex wanted a moonstone, hope you don't mind." He adds. He stalks over to the nearby brazier to warm his hands over the fire.  

"Fine by me." He goes through the contents of the bag, pulling out the letter with a frown, which worsens as he reads it. 

"Aringoth sold the Estate?" He mutters, "What the hell is that idiot thinking? He has no idea how furious Maven's going to be, but I'm sure he'll find out. Too bad there's no name for the buyer... Just this symbol." 

He scrutinises it a bit more, before offering it to Gaemir, "Recognise it, lad?"

He looks it over, "Nope," he says, "Never seen it." 

"Blast. Ah, well, I'll check my sources and speak to Mercer." He folds the letter up and slips it in a pocket. 

"Go get some rest, lad. And maybe a warm bath. You've earned it."

"Don't have to tell me twice," he says. 

 But first: Vex. Is she still in the Training Room? 

She's actually in the kitchen, cooking up something delicious smelling.

"You didn't die!"

"I didn't!" He agrees, "I live another day! Or at least I will if I don't get pneumonia. Also: I bring gifts!" 

He offers her the large moonstone he'd found in the safe, "Right where you said it was." 

She smiles at him and swaps the moonstone for a bowl of hot soup.

"Eat. You look like a drowned skeever. And thank you. Did you run into any problems? Leave behind any love struck mercs that will never forget the time they spent with you?"

He hugs the bowl close, breathing in the steam, "Thanks," he says, "And no lovestruck mercs, unfortunately - actually I pretty much entirely bypassed the lot of them. Did you know there was a secret tunnel inside the serect tunnel?" 

" -- I must have missed that. My ego will never recover. Damn. You've got a good eye."

"Eh, it was pretty dark," He shrugs, "I only barely caught it myself, and I have better vision than average." He shrugs again, then takes a sip of his soup, "-This is really good!"

"Thanks. I like to give Vekel -- he runs the Ragged Flagon -- a break now and then. Or give us a break. I'm pretty sure he's a Dark Brotherhood associate and poisoning us all slowly with his stew."

More soup! He drinks down half of it, sighing with happiness at the warmth in his stomach.

"I'm a pretty good cook, too, but I suspect people would rather not eat my food until they know me better," and also trust him not to slip meat from his enemies in. That would be very rude to do without asking, but he's known Bosmer who do it. Then again, everyone assumes he's a Breton. (Maybe they'd deserve it- no, bad Gaemir).

"You seem friendly enough. Though don't think you're gonna replace me. I'm the best infiltrator in this Guild. Also the best cook. If you wanna stick around and rise up in the ranks, you best listen to what I have to say. You don't have to act on my advice, but you have to listen. Thems the rules."

He nods, "I'm the newbie," he agrees, "At your service, and in your care." He gives a flowy bow of his head and upper back, but his words are serious. He wants to succeed here, and paying attention to the experts and the rules is part of that. 

He drinks the rest of the soup, "But right now I want to go get out of these clothes. What do I do with the bowl? Individual washing or do we take turns, or?" 

"We have a roster. Put it to the side and Rune will get to it later. I'm sure someone will add you to it eventually, but for now, you are chore-free."

So he does, "And I will take advantage of that to go get a room and order a bath at an inn, in hopes of warding away anything I might have caught wandering around in the freezing cold while wet," he says, "Thanks for the food! And the advice." 

"You're welcome. Feel free to wander by again. Maybe I can teach you a few tricks. With a lock or with my fists."

He salutes her as he backs out, heading back to the back entrance. 

The first inn he walks into - not the Bee and the Barb, he has no desire to poke Keerava so soon - does in fact do baths, thankfully. He wipes himself down with the washbasin once the process of boiling and carrying is over with, and then sinks into the tub with a pleased sigh. Settling in for a soak, he goes over his day.

He completed his main objective, joining the Thieves Guild, which is great - he thought it would take much longer to get an in there. Meeting Brynjolf was lucky. 

Speaking of which, woah. That older professional rogue look really does it for him. And that brogue. Gaemir wonders where the man is from, since it's a little different from the standard Nord accent. 

He likes everyone he's met so far - even if Mercer was a little standoffish, wariness can only be good in a Guildmaster, so it speaks well of him. And Vex is clearly excellent. He's definitely going to take her up on her offer - he can't wait to get beat up by some tips from her! 

 Once the water goes lukewarm, he climbs out, pulls on a sleepshirt, and heads out of the bathing room to get some rest. He suspects tomorrow will be just as busy as today. 

Late the next morning he wanders back down into the cistern, refreshed and ready for another day. 

Brynjolf waves him over, "Maven wants to see you, lad." 

He pauses, confused, "What did I do?"