<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, Ilya: Open<br/><hr/>Kreios noted the liveliness the tavern suddenly had, but didn't notice the cause at first. The Companion was being single minded, taking his seat while hearing The warrior's thoughts on the subject of him being set up. He chuckled.<strong>"You may be surprised about set ups. They can happen in strange times, to unlikely people. Ability over fame. I myself have been gone for a while, so I doubt many know my face. Five years atop the throat of the world does that."</strong>He explained to her with a wry grin, and began to nod at her remarks about indoors. Though that was when her break in words caught his attention.<br/><br/>Kreios turned his head then, nearly bulging his eyes at how the Argonian bard was now seeming right as rain.<em>Did someone spike his mead with that dust from hammerfell?</em>He had to ask himself in a fluster, the thought of asking the woman her name leaving his mind as the man bounded to their table. Normally such an action would have brought out the fighter instincts in him, but inside he knew the bard was mostly harmless by now. Well, so long as you weren't a troll he guessed.<strong>"Ahem, yes; good to see you again."</strong>The companion added before it seemed too much like he was slack jawed at the reptile's recovery time.<br/><br/><strong>"I have to thank you as well. If it hadn't been for that confusion, I may not have found my contact."</strong>Kreios thanked the Argonian bard then, his hand coming down to the table to try and lighten things up a bit.<strong>"Mead for all three of us, then. And food as well. You helped make the contact, you deserve a good drink for it."</strong>The companion offered, the grin returning as he pondered on how much better the Bard's stories would get after a few more drinks were in his system. It was coming together to be a fine evening, or morning, after all. He relaxed back in the chair with that feeling of relief, before the donning question raised in his mind once more.<br/><br/><strong>"And for the love of Talos, can we all get each other's names? I'll Start. Kreios; Kreios Windstrider."</strong>The companion introduced himself, leaning forward then to release the large sword from his back as the blade had begun to stab into him from leaning back. He propped it between the table and a chair then, wondering what others surprises would unfold before the lot of them finally got some rest. His mind was also still wondering over who was setting him up here. He didn't feel it with any malice, not unless someone was stalling him until the full moon's rise. Even then, it seemed more like someone was trying to arrange a meeting between the two of them. Possibly between the three if The Bard's troubles on the road meant anything more then normal bad luck.