<strong>Name:</strong>Ilya Evermore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften, Bee & Barb<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kreios, Open<br/><hr/>"Well, it all depends on who does the thieving, doesn't it?"<br/><br/>Ilya put a hand on Kreios shoulder with a grin and took a deep breath in the ale smelling hall. He had managed to drink himself to sleep underneath the stairs, something that his relatives had allowed with the usual chuckles about Uncle Ilya. After a few hour he woke up, surprisingly sober and at his wits. It was by the same merit that he always ended a night of self-destructive binge drinking with a potion. One couldn't argue the effectiveness of that particular hangover cure, no matter how expensive it was.<br/><br/>"However, I don't think we should waste our time with the Jarl. I have a decent enough clue about where we are going and Freya has the map secured with her. Call me a bit paranoid, but I don't trust the Jarl of Riften or her guards with anything."<br/><br/>He cracked his knuckles, grin growing an inch on each side.<br/><br/>"I for one would like to get going as soon as possible. I got a score to settle after all and I would imagine that we would be even better rewarded after we have solved the Draugr problem, wouldn't you say?"