<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Bee and Bard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Freya: Open<br/><hr/>Krieos sighed as he heard the nightingale's words. He'd known he'd been too harsh with her to expect any help, but the woman surprised him. It was but with a snap of her fingers that people came, taking the Argonian from his grasp while she poured a salve down his throat. The Werewolf was too shocked to really act beyond staring, even as the bard was taken from him. His eyes came to the Kahjiit then, studying her as she proclaimed her words.<em>Waht does she mean?</em>He wondered, from the words he couldn't decide if she meant his task or the beast that was due any day now. Truthfully neither would one up the next, for he was already too far gone to think of it as a slight.<br/><br/><br/>Though by the time Krieos had a response, the mystery woman was gone; vanished just like the night she came in. He sighed in an attempt to recollect himself, but before he got far the red head spoke out in her sickly tone. His ears perked at hr voice, and her words made his stomach sink. The Argonian he'd just wasted a ton of energy on wasn't his contact at all. An interesting soul to be sure, but not the one he was looking for. It seemed this woman was, but what was this she spoke about a body guard? He was a member of the circle, he didn't need protection... Still, he supposed some parties wouldn't know that.<br/><br/>Those numbers would be few, however, so Kreios rose from his knee with a quirked eyebrow.<strong>"Body guard?"</strong>He asked simply, even the yellow flecks in his eyes coursing with confusion.<strong>"If that's how you want to play it..."</strong>He trailed off, the effects of the mead having fully worn off during the Argonian's antics, something he could now be thankful for. Hands crossed behind his back in a soldiers stance, even as his eyes gauged her worth. He could see the toned muscles even beneath the armor, and noted the small bulks to her arms from the wielding of a sword.<br/><br/><br/>The Lady was obviously capable in combat, but for someone to charge her in protecting him? That had Kreios wondering. He tried to push aside the curiosity in favor of what he'd seen, his simple yet powerful voice calling out.<strong>"I suppose I could use one."</strong>The mention, despite the flare to his voice, was nonchalant.<strong>"What do you know of the Draugr problem, though? From What I hear it's a minor infestation, but what was seen on the road would hint at an entire tomb being awakened."</strong>He explained, wanting to know what she thought at this point. Surely she'd have seen the numbers on the road, even if she didn't encounter them.