You and him are on the way back from a mission (you were successful). You and Brynjolf had to share a room however in the inn you were staying for the night. The weather was terrible, hard snow storms. The inn smelled of alcohol and fresh bread. People are heard talking in the common room, some drunk some not.

Brynjolf sets the stuff down on the small table. He shuts the doot behind you two and sits in the one chair.

"Well, another successful mission." He sayd with his usual grin.