<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Entering the Bee and Bard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freya: Open<br/><hr/>The companion couldn't help but smirk at the snarky way she responded to his words. That only further proved her spirit to the man as he laughed a little from the way she handled it. Though the violent cough caught him off guard, and he found himself narrowing his eyes. Even his keen sight didn't pick up the specks of red on the cloth, but his enhanced olfactory caught the scent of the blood as it wafted through the air. Nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent, now realizing this warrior woman was far more sickly then she played off. His mind puzzled over what illness could possibly be plaguing her, but he'd already expended energies on the Argonian before. Not to mention, there was the more pressing matter of who set them up like this.<br/><br/>Vilkas had mentioned a contact, and Kreios found it no coincidence that she was mentioning being a bodyguard. The circle only relied on the power of a shield brother or sister to claim the task of guarding their backs. The people outside the companions he'd ever trusted for the task were easily counted on one hand. Most were dead, only the one he'd yet to see again remained. His mind drifted to Ryst for a moment, guilt suddenly weighing on his shoulders at how he'd left without so much as a word to her. He knew she cared for Alga as much as he; it wasn't fair of him to do that.<br/><br/>The distraction lasted only a moment before he caught the remainder of her words, the smirk returning to his lips.<strong>"Try something outside that? Don't flatter yourself, lass."</strong>He commented with a laugh, though a genuine one.<strong>"That was brisk, more to say I'm not looking to squeeze between any thighs. Pay no mind to my crass humor."</strong>His voice, still soft but booming, as he pulled one gauntlet off to clasp her hand in the shake. He gave it firmly, like he would to a shield sister, not as if he was clasping the hand of a damsel in distress. Afterward he moved passed her to push open the barb's door.<br/><br/><strong>"If you've been hired as an assist to the companions, we'll live on their coin tonight. I'll have the owners bill the tab to Jorrvaskr. Trust me, they know who I am; and the harbinger will pay."</strong>He informed her, not gonna take no for an answer on that one. She was ill, and she'd need a good night's rest if she was to be any use to him.<strong>"But let's get something clear. You can guard my back, but I'll guard yours as well. No companion is protected, if we do this it will be as a team. We'll watch each other, and I promise you'll still be paid. Onto other matters, I was informed I'd have a contact here not a bodyguard. Doesn't that strike you as strange?"</strong>The former monk mentioned, curiosity pouring from his voice.<br/><br/>It was difficult to discern what was going on here. Kreios was certain there was another party at work here. Someone who wanted more then one person tackling this task, and in his experience that always meant something more was going on. He designated a table for them, pulling his cloak off before tying it around one o the chairs. He waved to the proprietors daughter then, smiling as recognition immediately crossed the Argonian's features.<strong>"Chalanda! It's been too long, some hardy food and drinks for my comrade and I?"</strong>He called, and chuckled happily when he received a nod of agreement. He took a seat then, waiting for her.