Kreios couldn't simply just ignored the black and white comment that flew from the Kahjiit's mouth. His grip intensified, but he just let loose a calming breath as he tried to ponder on her words. He knew with the full moon fast on the approach, his emotions were running rampant. It wasn't like this back at High Hrothgar; too peaceful for even those coming rays to sway him. Back in the fray, however; things were not easily adjusted. It was with those thoughts that he considered more of what she'd said aloud. There was certainly more to the tale, but what exactly would that be? Truthfully, the companion wasn't sure he was ready for that yet.<br/><br/>The Werewolves calming thoughts were interrupted by yet another flippant remark from his would be contact. He looked over his shoulder at the man for a brief second, eyes flaring up a bit before he shook his head.<strong>"You expected more then a circle member for a Draugr infestation?"</strong>The idea was ludicrous to him. Certainly, they'd need the bulk of the companions if the plan was to eradicate the Draugr. Anyone skilled in these matters would know that wouldn't do any good, you had to cut them off from the source. The walking dead didn't do well away from their crypts, they'd vanish without the access to them. At-least, under normal circumstances they would.<br/><br/>That's when Kreios noticed the puzzled look, and the distinct smell of confusion wafting across the night air. His eyes lingered on the expression for a minute. Just when he thought he was getting somewhere, the man got that look in his eye again. It was everything the companion could do not facepalm from the disaster he knew was fast approaching. Yet, it somehow proved to be worse then he had originally anticipated. There wasn't just a sly pass thrown, he watched as the Argonian walked up to a rather fetching redhead, and fell flat on his face at her feet.<em>The nine curse me; this is the contact I was given? He can't even keep his mind straight to think on the job!</em><br/><br/>The thoughts were starting to become amusing despite the frustration accompanying them, and with subtle steps he approached behind the Argonian with a sigh. Leaning over the limp form, he checked the man's pulse just as mumbling filled the air. He then looked up to the redhaired lass with an apologetic nod.<strong>"He took a bit of a beating on the road. I'm afraid most of those hits, as might be obvious, were to his head."</strong>He said with a lighthearted laugh, the first one he'd had in some time in fact. The Argonian's antics were starting to grow on him, chipping away mildly at the bitterness that typically fogged his mind. For the moment at-least.<br/><br/>Kreios wondered on the wisdom of more restoration at that point, but noted the bard hadn't seemed to appreciate it much before. Gritting teeth lightly, The Companion glanced toward Ryst reluctantly.<strong>"He's fading fast... Might you have a potion that would help? I can't pay for it with coins, but I'm certain there is something we could work out."</strong>He offered, still under the mistaken impression that this Argonian was his contact. Even if he hadn't been, though; The Nord wasn't the type of man to simply leave someone in the dirt to rot. He'd do something, even if he had to drag the Bard into the Bee and Barb and work up a 'special Elixir' to get him back on his feet.