<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/>The din of the Bee & Barb seemed every bit too active for a calm morning in the popular inn. It seemed almost like there was some sort of festivities going on, centered around the otherwise calmest corner of the tavern. Or rather centered around one Argonian in the otherwise calmest corner of the place. It had only been minutes since the cloaked men carried him inside. He had looked like Sovngarde was beckoning for his bardic soul. People gathered around to try to hear the dying words as he took a deep wheezing breath. Suddenly he had just sat bolt up, eyes wide with recognition. A few moments later he was sitting at a table with the proprietor at his side with a pint filled to the brim with Argonian brew.<br/><br/>"<em>He was a thief that rode out of Black Marsh<br/>He rode for days until his horse fell apart<br/>Into a fief of a Dunmer Lord so harsh<br/>He laid a fair maid and then broke her sweet heart<br/>She was the daughter of the lord of the laaaaands<br/>Let's see how good a thief he is without hands!</em>"<br/><br/>Ilya had brought out his Lute and was sitting with the innkeeper atop Luggage, drinking and singing to the amusement of those around them. All in all it seemed the two Argonians knew each other rather well, which was probably why the otherwise business oriented keep was so generous with his ales all of the sudden. Chalanda came out with two platters of food and drink to the Companion and the shieldmaiden and put them down with a sigh. "Father haven't seen great-uncle Ilya for many years. I can barely remember how far out of the egg I was then either... I just hope Father has the smarts not to let him have all the ale he wants, great-uncle could drink a lake dry if it had yeast and barley in it." She returned to her place behind the bar while the party continued over by the corner.<br/><br/>"<em>Who can attest to all missing jewels<br/>Who is the king of the greatest of fools<br/>Lord Sheogorath is pretty damn close<br/>But Ilya is the target of this little prose!</em>"<br/><br/>The bard had turned to singing while balancing an empty bottle on the tip of his snout. His recovery time was remarkable as most people required at least a few hours of rest to recover from such injuries, even with a good healing potion in their guts. He made a flip off the Luggage and spun in a wild Redguard dance over to the table where Kreios and Freya was seated. He managed a bow so deep his mantle fell over his head, but straightened up with such a snap that it flung over his head and landed on his back again. He gave them a sharp smile and a laugh that rung out of him like thunder rolling over the hills.<br/><br/>"Greetings and salutations once more, Companion and shielded maiden! My thanks for taking me here, otherwise I would have missed a hell of a party!"