<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/><hr/>"Bee and Barb. Alright, that sounds like a place with a sting to it." The bard managed another bad joke before he had to support himself a little on his Luggage. He was pretty quick on his feet and a excellent runner. He should clearly have run for it once the troll got done with the Draugr. But his Luggage wasn't as quick. The troll would have smashed it up. So clearly the only option was to punch it in its middle eye and keep on punching until it went down. There was a simple logic to the brutality that he had unleashed upon the beast, and in turn gotten unleashed upon himself. Right about now he was beginning to doubt that logic.<br/><br/>As the Nord lead them on he glanced around, one arm around the lid of his trusty construction as they limped forward. The pain was slowly returning to his limbs for each step he took. He had fought with trolls before without as much as a scratch, what had been different this time around? Perhaps it was just an especially strong troll. Or perhaps he was growing old. He shuddered at the thought. He did not enjoy that at all. Life was far too short. He reminded himself to get some ingredients for a new batch of the rejuvenating dwemer potions. That meant going into new ruins though, something he wasn't in any shape to do now.<br/><br/>He was ripped from his thoughts with the words of the Nord which seemed strangely directed at him. Slowly his aching head kicked into gear and sudden realization made it hurt even further. "Oh, wait, you are a Companion then! I knew I could count on your sort..." He paused for a moment and looked around him. "But where are the rest of you? Certainly they didn't send one man to handle that big a problem... right?"<br/><br/>He thought about his words for a moment longer. Why would he think that he had any answers for him? Ilya could recite a great many tales of Draugr true and false and even had a song in mind that dealt with forbidden love between one and a very confused maiden from Riverwood. But why any companion would find that useful he had no clue. He was about to ask the Nord what he was playing at when they arrived at the Bee and Barb and his eyes landed upon a armored woman with a great mane of fiery hair. He was taken aback a little, he was quite sure such warrior-maidens just existed in tales of old. The hair especially was more of something taken out of a Nord ballad of female bravery than anything else. Perhaps he was just hallucinating. But then again... surely he couldn't have such bad luck as to run into two females with single-minded preferences? The day had scant begun after all.<br/><br/>He tried to straighten himself and let go of his luggage, taking a few springing steps towards the fiery-headed lady in armor before his legs and eyes betrayed him. Everything went dark as he tumbled forward, landing with a loud thud at her feet. The cobblestone and trampled dirt seemed like a luxurious bed of vast comfort. His hand raised meekly with a pointed finger drawing circles in the air as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. "Don't worry, just a slight..." he managed to mumble into the dirt before his hand fell down again and he was gone to a happier place. Not dead, just halfway there, so to speak.