Snippet #1922635

"Kairos, I really do wish I could give you an answer, but I am afraid that I have no memories beyond last season. Please if I do look familiar to you, I am trying to find out who I used to be." the young elf quietly whispered. The Nord held her gaze for a few moments before the pair heard the sound of footsteps approach. It was Do'Khaj, who had seemingly decided the doe was readily cooked. He removed the the doe from behind them and began to slice it. Kairos was not impressed, the Khajiit clearly needed to have some kind of control within the group, as Kairos could have handled the deer himself. Though he was conversing with Elevainia, he still kept a sharp eye on the deer.

Kairos let the tooth from the Bosmer's neck fall gently against her collarbone. The man shook his head, "I'm sorry," he began as his eyes softened, "I do not know of your identity." He felt the need to not say more in front of the others as Do'Khaj promptly served the party with the doe. Kairos accepted the plate before giving a slight nod and making his way to the main room where he sat and feasted on the kill. "Well, I'm going to spend the time I was going to have spent earlier had I not carried Elevainia's kill for her, outside." The Khajiit decided to announce as he promptly left through the wooden door. It didn't sound as if he minded about the kill, but the way he said it made Kairos wonder if there was an underlying annoyance in the comment.

As the evening grew colder, Kairos prepared the sleeping quarters. Despite the Khajiit wanting to leave earlier, he had not returned from the tavern. The Nord sighed as he gulped down a drink of ale. He stepped out from the small room and made his way to the front of the house. He informed the group of their awaiting beds and Allena quickly stood from her chair and bid the others goodnight. Kairos sat next to Jeelus-Tei and began to inquire about the groups next destination. Before long, the rest of the party had retreated to their rooms, as well as the Argonian. Left alone, the Nord rifled through his satchel producing an old journal. He flipped through the creased pages long into the early hours of the morn before finally falling asleep in the wooden chair.

The sound of frogs croaking and birds chirping awoke Kairos from his sleep. He turned his head towards the window to see the morning sun begin to fill the sky. Luckily, no one had awakened to find him fast asleep in the old chair. He rose from his sleeping position and proceeded to prepare his armour and blades. As the morning drifted on, the others awoke and made their way to the kitchen area for breakfast. Much to Kairos' surprise, the Khajiit had appeared from the bedroom. He must've arrived late in the night and settled in. While continuing the meal, the Khajiit again left the dwelling and ventured into town. He must have found some information in town that would prove useful to the party's quest, the Nord thought to himself. Kairos payed no mind an began to inform the others of the journey they would take to Stormhold.