<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/skyrim.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Freya Shieldmaiden<br/>Location: Inside the Bee and Bard<br/>Time: Morning<br/>Tagging: Kreios and Ilya, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Honestly she doesn't know if she is to be relieved or insulted when he mentions that she shouldn't flatter herself, but in the end she decides to be relieved and shakes his hand firmly. And his offer of picking up the tab was welcome, her own meager purse was far to light these days. "hmm well, it does strike me as odd yes. You know, one would almost think you are being set up for something. And I say you because frankly I am nobody, I can't for the life of me think of a single reason anyone would set me up." yes, it is a lie. She knows all to well who would want to set her up, her husbands family. BUT she has no intention of airing her dirty laundry in front of him. His promise to watch her ass too is rather welcome as well and she ups her estimation of him by quite a few degrees, apparently he wants to at least appear to be an honorable man.<br/><br/>She takes a seat at the table he has chosen and leans back gratefully to be sitting on something that isn't moving or trying to bite her, in other words.. something that isn't Tadpole. She loves the horse but he can be a bit.. temperamental. Much in the same way a troll can be said to be slightly dangerous and for many of the same reasons. "Ahh so nice to be indoors, try and get warm and... and.... isn't that your argonian friend?" Her eyes are wide as saucers at the transformation from.. passed out drunk to.. .. lively drunk?<br/><br/>"Eh.. yes.. hello? Eh.. well.. you seem.. better?" Her voice rather hesitant and she slowly sneaks her right hand down to rest on the hilt of a dagger, just in case this.. this.. eccentric drunk proves to be a violent eccentric drunk. Though she has to admit, he isn't bad looking just.. well.. drunk.. and probably mad as well.. said Daedra Lord.