<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Heading to the Bee and Bard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ilya, Ryst; Open<br/><hr/>The Frustration on the Companions face furthered when the Argonian seemed to completely miss the point. Tarrying for a bit, only to suggest that they all go get drinks? What in the name of Talos did Vilkas expect him to get from the bard? Certainly he had his uses, but he couldn't spot a clue when he heard it. Kreios was considering simply being blunt about the whole ordeal, but then his charge began to walk in the complete wrong direction. A hand came to rest upon his head then, rubbing the sore temple as he shook his head derisively. He could already tell, this wasn't going to end well.<br/><br/>One of Kreios's eyes opened at that point, moving to the eerie 'assassin' nearby. The fates were certainly cruel if they arranged for him to have a drink with the one responsible for his lover's death.<em>You don't know for sure that she's the one...</em>He reminded himself, but it was little comfort. The chaos that emerged made it impossible to tell anything. That's why he didn't support Ulfric's heir; had the Companions been informed of the aid, then they could have prepared appropriately. He knew he'd have to put it aside for now, so lowering the hand from his face, the Companion began moving on.<br/><br/><strong>"If you're wanting a drink, then we best head to the Bee and Barb. It's the best in town, and the only I trust not to spike our ale with mammoth piss."</strong>Kreios called out to the two of them, and began to move along. He glanced back only once, but shook his head shortly thereafter. He wasn't certain this was a good idea, but fortunately he knew the owners of the Barb quite well. It'd been a long time since he'd visited the establishment, but he was a good customer. That thought brought him back to his coins, however, and how he was lacking what he once had to tip so well with.<br/><br/>The companion knew he'd have to make due. So what if he was a septim short after the debacle?<strong>"Once there, we can talk about the Draugr and what you know that's gonna help me."</strong>Kreios decided to make it more clear to the Argonian lad who he was, and hoped that finally got through the thick, scaly, skull of his. Had it not been for the head trauma the charming bard had suffered just hours before on the road, the Companion may have simply found him lacking the intelligence to comprehend the task. Of course, he'd feel quite foolish if he knew this wasn't his contact at all.