Willard
"Well I have not spend much time in Skyrim yet, the impression I had is that the college of Winterhold is the only major instetution that is a safe haven for thouse who are familiar with the arcane arts." *But than again he is a dark elf, maybe even today he would face discrimination once he leaves the campus.* "My intention was not to insult you, I was genuinly curious as to what brings you into the city of Solitude besides the only place where the nords seem to care about art." *Like most bretons he respected mages, Corron himself even knew some healing spells as it was seen to be advantageous for a worrior to be able to heal his commerades wounds.* "I fogot my maners and did not properly intoduce myself. My name is Corron, I am a knight from Highrock." *A swordsman who loves poetry, well that sounded almost nice from the Dunmer.* "And it in Highrock it is not as common as one thinks, many of our most reknown poets are also knights."
William
At the mention of the College of Winterhold, Varis cringed a little with less-than-subtle disgust. The look of a Dunmer interacting with an Inferior arcane institution would be self-evident *Immediately*. Though, he looked at Carron with raised eyebrows as he continued. A grin formed as the Breton corrected himself of his manners, and the mage nodded, "Varis, Spellwright of House Telvanni. And, do not worry, I am not insulted by the ignorance of the Nord Populace. A true wizard stands in the middle of an angry crowd, and ensures they can do *Nothing* To harm him." 

The Spellwright found that idea a bit funny, almost as if it was meant to be a jest, but it sounded like a threat to everything in his vicinity. Alas, he continued, "Now, what brings a Breton Knight to Skyrim? Surely, the lovely silks and cushions of that lifestyle are preferable to the... Farmer's straw, that accompanies the bedding of this province."

He had an expression of disdain as he looked about, where other bards and individuals conversed and spoke. These students of the College were seated on perfectly fine cushions, with a fluffy snow cotton material stuffing its insides to provide a comfortable spot to rest, and yet Varis looked at it with such disappointment. 

The Wizard looked back to Corron, head tilted as he sought an answer.
Willard
*Well intresting how this Wizard viewed himself, well maybe his confidence was backed up by his merit as a wizzard, which Corron was not intrested in finding out in all honesty.* "A sad affaire, I had a dispute with my parents which ended in me leaving my mothers estate. I plan to join the Imperial legion here, rise in the ranks and get reknown as a soldier." *Ohooo and get enough power that he can have his inheritance restored, even the Kings of Highrock have a hard time refusing the wishes of high ranking officers in the army. But this was an unrealistic goal, but he can surly make it to the rank of Tribune or the Captain of a garison. While this was not the same as being a Baron it would be a life.* "And what brings you so far away from Port Telvanis? Are you on the noble quest to teach the nords some magic?"
William
The Telvanni raised his eyebrows as he mentioned that he had left his estate. Carron seemed intent on joining the Legion. Even though Morrowind had a cold disposition with the Empire, Varis knew of the importance an Imperial Soldier had. Especially an Officer. Corron was born to power, it was only natural for him to find it elsewhere. Varis pondered for what purpose. Was he young and simply looking for something to do? Or did he wish to return to whatever human settlement he spawned from, and reclaim it? Varis pondered the goal, and found it reasonable, but irrational. 

Whatever the case, he did not dwell on it, for he did not know the truth, and thus, answered the Breton's question with a slight chuckle, "I would not call it noble, no. But, industrialization is a splendid term for it. In Morrowind, it has taken drastic measures to recoup from the Red Year and War of Accession, but, even a House as badly wounded as House Telvanni has returned in strides."

The Sorcerer shrugged, "On your way to this part of the city, you might have seen plenty of construction projects. All manner of new businesses popping up, if you've never been here before. It is the sight of progress. That is my reason for being here. Establishing this land of angry men into a civilized, arcanically inclined society... It would fascinating, for me. Of course, the populace is not very skilled with magic, but, teaching them mathematics and principles of reality to help them become more educated, in a reciprocating cycle?"

Varis nodded to himself. "Such would be advantageous, and noble, but not mine. Better to have paid, loyal laborers, than underpaid thinkers."