<strong>Name:</strong>Ilya Evermore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften, Bee & Barb<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kreios, Freya, Open<br/><hr/>Ilya smiled at the Companion when he thanked him for his... services. "You know what they say, a good bard brings people together." He gave him a nudge in the side and a wink at the fiery-headed shieldmaiden. He parked his tail down on a chair next to her and slapped his hand onto the table as the topic of food was brought up. "That is right! I am starving." His stomach chimed in with a long outdrawn groan which spoke volumes in itself. He suddenly clasped his hands around his abdomen and gave a pained expression before his forehead hit the table, making much of the same noise that his hand had done. Chalanda hurried back with a thick meaty stew which he began devouring in the manners of a starved wolf. Had anyoned timed him they would have been stunned, possibly driven to thinking he was actually a very well disguised giant given a bowl much to small for him.<br/><br/>"Kreios and Freya." He washed the names down with a mouthful of mead, a concentrated expression on his face. He had a hard time remembering names, which meant he spent a lot of time during his first encounters with anybody repeating their names in his head until he thought he had gotten them down at least to a degree that he would mistake their names with something at least two syllables closer than he would have otherwise. "My name is Ilya Evermore, travelling bard and tinkerer as well as subterranean guide and Dwemer<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">and Falmer</span>aficionado." He beat himself a little over the chest as if he had just declared himself Emperor. "At your service for as far as I can reach in aptitude..." He leaned an elbow on the table and gave Freya a dreamy look. "..and my aptitude have a very long reach." He sat up straight again and gave Kreios a less sultry look. "So if you are going crypt-spelunking you'll need someone with a sense for the subterranean and trap-detection, out of which I should have a licence for both if there was such a thing!"<br/><br/>He leaned back on his chair and yawned, stretching his arms up and letting one land on Freya's shoulders in a very obvious move that was as old as the sun before he gave her another sultry look and a smile. "Don't worry, I'll give you a special discount. For new times sake."