Due to price, the carriage was pretty spacious and protected from the cold wind outside.
In the wagon, Marcus sat; there were only three other people, and they were a family of three.
A young man at the ages of fifteen to sixteen years old, a mature-looking middle-aged man in fitting clothes, and a woman wearing a tunic and bear pelt to protect herself from the cold.
They seemed like a middle- to high-level family of Skyrim. This was the best as it could get in terms of comfort in these times and technological level.
The man looked at Marcus for a moment and then asked.
“Mister, the distance is pretty far. I do not want to bother you. May you share your name with me?"
“I am Arges Lindlor; this is my son Hadser and my wife, Alyri.”
Marcus looked at Arges and then nodded. He was not the social butterfly, but he had some decency and civilized mannerisms.
“I am Marcus; nice to meet you, people," he said.
The carriage moved, and while it moved, Arges asked.
“What kind of work do you do, Mister Marcus? You seem like a schor of some sort.” Arges asked.
Marcus answered.
“I am Alchemist; thank you for the compliment.”
Arges' eyes opened in a fsh as he heard that Marcus was an alchemist.
“So, you are an alchemist then; that is a really hard and respectable endeavor, I have to say.”
“I am a merchant; I have two small general stores in Dawnstar. I wonder if we could strike a deal at a ter time.”
Marcus thought.
“I do not see why not, if we can make an arrangement.”
Arges nodded.
“I am sure we can do something. The civil war is pretty huge right now.”
“The demand for every kind of potion is really a lot, especially health potions, cure sickness, and resistance to cold and other types of environmental potions.”
Marcus smiled.
“Resistance To Cold..." He thought.
"At that time, son of Arges," Hadser asked as he made eye contact with Marcus.
“Mister, do you know any spells? I can feel that you must know some magic," as he asked. His mother, Alyna, shook her head.
“Hadser, do not ask such questions without asking if it is okay to ask."
Marcus smiled.
“There is nothing to worry about, Miss."
He then turned to Hadser and said.
“I know some magic that helps me protect myself.”
“Why are you asking?"
Hadser smirked and put his hand on his head a little bit apologetically and, ashamed of what he wanted to do in the future, said in a weak voice.
“I would like to be a mage in the future…"
Argus shook his head.
"Stop thinking about such things, Hadser.”
“It is best for you to take over and learn how to earn bread watching me.”
“Most young people want to be mages, but do you know how dangerous and expensive it is to be one?"
Marcus smiled and added.
“It depends on what you want, Hadser.”
“Your father is right; if you are scared of danger and have no time for wasting researching while somebody is supporting you, it is really hard to be a mage.”
Hadser listened and nodded.
“I would like to have a chance to try and would not want to regret ter that I have not tried.”
Marcus nodded, and with his nod, the carriage came to a silence. Argus put one of his bags behind his bag and closed his eyes to rest and let the time pass.
While Hadser read a book, Miss Alyna just closed her eyes to rest.
“The distances between cities are really long," Marcus thought.
Just for Morthal, one and a half days are needed.
At the very least, he heard from the caravan master that every four to five hours, they would stop to rest for thirty minutes.
That was great to know.
The time passed quickly, and the caravan stopped at the roadside, and some people started cooking quick things while some of the men in the caravans shared a mead or two.
The caravan master and some guards also lit up a fire to get some warmth. Even if the insides of the carriages were retively warm, they were still in Skyrim, and the cold is unbearable for the people who are not Nords and not used to it.
Marcus walked around for a moment to open up his legs and took a deep breath as he looked.
“The scenery is both familiar and strange.”
“It is like there are more grounds, mountains, and pces to look compared to the game. Most of the things I have seen in the game must be far away and in the distance."
“Anyway, I have a lot of time to keep on looking and understanding those things.”
Marcus said to himself and then went to the caravan master and their guards and said that he would like a mead; every stop, one mead was given to people due to the expensive ride fare, so they gave him one without saying anything, and Marcus took it and started drinking it to feel great and pass some time.
