<strong>Name:</strong>Ilya Evermore<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Riften, in front of Mistveil Keep<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kreios, Nar'Rystlyn<br/><br/>Luckily Ilya was actually very good at concealing his emotions. The challenge of charming this fine Khajiit thief had just thrown itself of a cliff and tumbled down unleashing an avalanche. At least the explained why his charm hadn't worked. Or at least that was what he told himself. His expression didn't change though as he merely gave another curt bow and handed her the dagger back. "All bards are not out to womanize every fine lass of the realm. I am merely interested in the town while I am here waiting for my call. As for this fine dagger, I am honored, but fighting trolls with my fist is out of choice rather than necessity. I can punch a giant unconscious with one swing, but I would probably only hurt myself while trying to cut an apple or something with this thing."<br/><br/>Once again the Nord approached with his strange proposals. Escort? Mutual interest? Perhaps he was out to rob him of something else entirely. Frankly he wasn't really his kind of man, Ilya liked his lads more delicate and lithe. Wrestling wasn't part of the bedroom courtesy in Solitude after all. But now that his hopes of bagging a kitten had been squandered he didn't need to feel irritated by the burly man trying to interrupt him in his courtship. Having two capable personalities around while he recovered could only be good after all. He gave them both a smile worthy of an East Empire merchant as he closed the lid to his Luggage. "Well then, let us all go share a drink then."<br/><br/>He started walking in the entirely wrong direction before he realized he was the lost outlander after all. His cousin had once said there was a nice little Riften inn owned by Argonians with a very nice juniper mead, but he neither knew name or location of said establishment. The fact that he had just about stepped off an edge into the filthy waters running through the canals of the city clearly showed at his ill knowledge of the local area and/or the extent of his head trauma. His jaw was throbbing a little after all. He turned back to the other two with an awkward grin. "Right, I think you better show the way."