Bjorn opens his eyes, and looks awkwardly at the Argonian then Bjorn would attempt to move the Argonian a little bit away from him, then closes his again.

"No, I am afraid I do not. I have an empty tankard, that's it. I am Halldis, by the way."

"Alright then, This one's name is jo'tesh, before these runes change again could you write them down for jo'tesh?" Holding out jo'tesh' research journal with a quill and ink

Halldis takes the journal and quill, dipping in in the ink and scribbling it down quickly, blotting the ink in some places, and the handwriting was not that great.

"It will do, this one can make out what they look like" jo'tesh takes the journal and continues looking through his satchel

"Hm? What's this?" Maramis pulls what looks like a needle from the body's neck "This could explain how he died, as I saw no other wounds than the markings." 

he examines closely and is able to find what the poison could be "This poison looks to be Aconite, though I cannot say for certain. Even in small doses, it is lethal."

{Noodle?}

After quite some time had passed, when mid-day was approaching, the Argonian let out a few short, shrill shreiks and began to thrash about. Indeed, he had made a regular habit of drinking himself to sleep, but was never quite fond of waking up. It also didn't help that he usually had at least a couple of drinks by this time (one would wonder how he got enough money to pay for his excess of drinks since he is oft excessively drunk). This behaviour stopped not long after it had started. He then sat up and looked about him; he was awfully confused about where he was, why, and who these three strangers were (Halldis was known to him, but the reason she was here was not). He did not say anything, nor did he move, but looked around and appeared very puzzled.

He had no memory of the previous night.

Halldis looked to the Argonian, pulling out an apple and handing it to him "Here....it seems as though you were having a nightmare." She stood up from her resting position by a tree, leaning again and crossing her arms casually.

"Whe... uh... huh?"

He pauses, puts the apple in his lap, searches his clothes for pockets (there were fewer than he may have made it seem), then searched those pockets to produce a fork, on which he stuck the apple. He looked around a bit more, hoping that there was a fire that he could roast it over, but compromised to eat it as-is via fork, albeit quite slowly.

Bjorn still stays asleep, but lets out a big snore next to the Argonian.