<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/jUqUgLA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kreios<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Bee and Barb<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>The short slumber did not leave Kreios well rested. In addition to the lack of proper rest, his rise was signaled by the harsh knocking that pounded deep into a beam somewhere below. Dreary eyes slowly opened to the noise, and a single hand rose to cover the companions face as he shook his head.<em>What in oblivion is that about?</em>He wondered, also considering whether that beam was right below his damned room or not. With no more then a few more grumbles, The Companion rolled from his bed to walk toward the water basin. After cleaning himself from the night before, he dressed; not for battle, no he'd gather his armor later if it turned out to be needed.<br/><br/>Kreios did grab his sword after the tunic, britches, boots and cloak were fastened. He then wrapped the harness over his shoulder before walking from his room to go investigate the noises from below. He was walking down the stairs just in time to hear the last of the guard's words, and an eyebrow rose at the commotion. He nearly laughed as the guard seemed to flee as fast as he'd come, leaving the drunks to read it with a disinterest. The Companion just descended the stairs after the debacle was over, walking right up to the post as he read it's message carefully. Not that it consisted of much more then a promise of reward should someone manage to rid them of the draugr or 'thieves'?<br/><br/>That brought more confusion to Kreios's eyes. Why in all oblivion was thieving in Riften all of sudden something strange?<strong>"What do they mean by the Thieving? Isn't that all just part of the city?"</strong>The Companion asked with a brief chuckle, regarding the proprietors wife who was currently presiding over the room. He wasn't expecting much more then a shrug considering the fact that you weren't supposed to talk about 'The Guild', especially if you were paying them protection money. Still, he stepped from the post and looked about for any sign of his allies against the Draugr. He figured they may still be in bed, but if they could sleep through that racket, he'd certainly like a taste of the meed they were sipping.