<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beore mistveil keep.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Ranging from midnight to current time<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freya; Ilya; Ryst; open<br/><br/>Kreios's eyes stayed on the two of them, watching and waiting for the sign he needed. It may be a waste of time, but he needed to know for sure. Was this person the one he was looking for? Unfortunately, the bard was so aloof it didn't seem like he'd find out anytime soon. So with that his eyes kept burning a hole into the woman, the one that said her name was Ryla. He couldn't be sure she was the one that did it, but that garb; and the way she looked. It was enough to convince the Companion that she was definitely involved with whatever group had. Truthfully, he'd thought this was all in the past. That'd he'd long since tucked it away where it didn't matter anymore. He couldn't change it now, but still; it mattered.<br/><br/>That's when the eerily dressed woman mentioned companion intervention, regarding Kreios as she did. He didn't respond to the remark, even if it was calling him out. He didn't know anything about the source, and if she did; well she obviously wasn't too keen on seeing this fixed. Otherwise she'd give him a clue, considering the look stated she had figured out just what he was. The bard still seemed to be missing it though, but his ears perked like the wolf inside when he heard the man say he was waiting for the companions to fix the problem.<em>Maybe he's the one after all.</em>Kreios thought briefly, the veins in his eyes softening back to the yellow flecks they normally were.<br/><br/>Hearing a direct reference, or at-least what he perceived to be one, immediately brought The companion's mind fully to the task. He was on a time limit, after all.<strong>"If you're looking for an escort, I'd be better suited to the task. Let's say we have a mutual interest."</strong>He spoke out finally, his words coming in that soft yet booming tone once again. Kreios pushed from the wall then, and lowered his cowl so the Argonian could clearly see his face. Five years away from service still didn't leave it well recognized though, so despite what he thought it probably wouldn't clue the bard in unless he was well studied on current members of the companions.<strong>"I think we have some things to discuss as it stands."</strong><br/><br/>Kreios began approaching the bard at that point, striding to him with long steps that showed bits and pieces of his armor beneath the long cloak. The companion couldn't have known that the Argonian would probably still consider him a threat, nor could he know of how the nightingale might act. He didn't care though, this was part of the job and he wouldn't let a show of comedy, and obviously mistaken lust, make a mockery of it all.<strong>"C'mon; we need to talk about what's really going on here."</strong>He said while motioning the bard forward, keeping his mind as far off the Anathema as he could. This of course left him a little unperceptive to anything else happening, as he had his mind directed elsewhere.