Cecelia
*Just along the road of Karthwasten, a carriage halted abruptly. A man could be seen getting thrown off the bed of the wagon, along with numerous bags and contraptions. He hit the cobblestone, the impact leaving his gloves scuffed from the minor collision.*

*As his various possessions were scattered around him, he hissed in displeasure, watching as the items within the cases collapse onto the ground. He got to his feet, pausing to dust himself off. He sent a scorching glare towards the coachman.* "Oi, seriously?" *He called out in disbelief,* "Because I forgot to mention I lack a few mere septims, that gives you the right to throw me out of your wagon?!" *Robin casted a downwards glance to the pair of goggles that had fallen off his head and he hurried to pick them from the road. He grimaced and motioned to clear off the lens, focusing his agitation towards the dirtied lenses.* "The nerve of some people.." *He grumbled, his thumb grazing the glass lens carefully.* "They think just because I'm some *Renowned* Inventor, I must have my pockets loaded with riches—!" *The Bosmer continued to ramble, not minding how childish he appeared with his plethora of complaints. And with his attention diverted elsewhere, he failed to notice the carriage's departure until it was too late.* "For Herma-Mora's sake!" *With a dramatic groan, he fell back onto his largest bag, choosing to rest there until he could conjure up an idea upon what to do.*
Alison
*Amidst the sounds of nature and of the slowly fading clatter of the carriage wheels, there came a different sound. A sort of scraping, or a metallic rattling, like tapping against solid rock with an iron rod. It seemed to echo from somewhere nearby, and from further down the road the rattling and clattering became louder, and louder, until a shape became visible. A large thing with many legs skittering on the cobbled path. Another figure over it, briefly giving the appearance of some man and insect hybrid. But it soon became apparent that it wasn't the case. It was a large insect, about the size of a horse, covered in a metal akin to bronze or gold, but distinct from both. The figure riding the creature wore armor of similar metal, but they also adorned it with a white robe, hefting a glaive and tower shield, more in a readied position than an aggressive one.*
Carmen
*The armored figure put aside the shield for a moment, placing a hand onto the metal-clad creature's back and patting it in a very friendly manner.*
Cecelia
*Hearing the distinct sound of the approaching figure, or rather, what the Bosmer had believed to be that of several men, he pushed himself into a sitting position. His ears twitched, and his eyes surveyed the road ahead of him. His brows furrowed and he glanced behind himself, unsure of what it could be approaching. Except as he turned his head the second time, his eyes widened into initial shock upon seeing the insect creature, paying little notice to that of the silhouette sitting upon it.*

*His heart raced with a newfound feeling of anxiousness and he immediately casted his head downward, acting hastily to gather his scattered things. Except that was it, there were many, many things of different shapes and calibers— ranging from tools, scraps of metal, workshop equipment, canvases— everything he could possibly possess in a messy assortment along the path. As the creature and the stranger neared, Robin managed to collect that of his tools by then. Hushed and incoherent words were murmured under his breath as he found himself in yet, another predicament. He opted on ignoring the man, seeing how docile he and his..* *Pet,* *Or whatever may have you, seemed.*