Connie
"Well in my care it was a bit of both. I've always wanted to adventure, but Ma needed help around the farm and such and I just couldn't leave her all of that you know? But it seems like a few years later she wanted me gone" He'd joke softly, laughing to himself a bit

Eagerly and hungrily he'd listen to the description of Solutide and Camlorn, nodding with fascination at the brief explanation. 

"Well, if you'll have me... I'll be happy to join the Storied Envoy. Though I should probably tell Ma what's going on so she doesn't worry too much. Or maybe that's just me worrying about her worrying?" He'd look off in the distance for a moment lost in thought, before coming back to, shaking his head a bit to himself "Either way, it would be an honor to assist you in your ventures"
Argelia
"I doubt she wanted rid of you. It was likely more that she wanted you to live your life to the fullest." He says, scooting over to allow some room for Darthan to join him, "I still have some stops, before turning around." He says, "But you may accompany me, my carriage is likely faster than walking on foot." He chuckles, "We can stop and visit your mother on our way."
Connie
Dusting himself off the best he could as to not filthy up the carriage more than he had to, he'd make his way up, careful of his sword. 

"Yeah, I know... Still feel bad leaving the farm duties to her, yknow? I mean, I should be there helping her. But I guess the next best thing would be fulfilling her dream of fulfilling my dream"

After he made himself comfortable he'd nod to Damien to let him know he was settled

"That's alright, and thank you. I'm sure Mas gonna be thrilled!"
One part of his journey was ending, another new beginning right here beside him. And as much as he wanted to be at the farm he couldn't deny the excitement he felt. He was going to travel not just skyrim, but maybe all of Tamriel and beyond! Oh, if his Pa could see him now
Argelia
"She could always hire farmhands." He says, "You could use the money you make to support her farm financially." He says, he clicks his mouth twice, and the horses begin moving in a trot, continuing down the road, "Following your dream is never a bad thing." He says, "I've been living mine. Although I'm a lot more privileged than most."
Connie
"Thats true, and I was planning on sending her any extra septims I didn't need." He'd nod, following hisntrain of thought. Maybe this could work out both ways then? Only one way to find out

"You've visited quite a few places... Just how long *Have* You been in the cartography business? And is there anything specific I should know about joining your crew?" Gotta make sure we read the fine print here, just to be safe
Argelia
"I've always been a map maker. Since I could read and write I was enamoured by them." He says, "I've been travelling and actively making maps for the past... Decade or so." He chuckles, "Well. Everyone on board has a role to play. And they all pull their weight. Rank is decided by what part you play aboard the Sail, or its companion ships. Rising the ranks is a matter of skill in your respective field."
Connie
"Well, whatever field you give me, I promise to learn and do my best" It was both a sort of 'affermation' to Damien, and a rule that he was setting for himself. No matter what task he was given, no matter how lowly it might be, he was going to be the best at it. If there's anything that living on a farm has showed him, it's that every job serves a greater purpose, no matter how meager or seemingly insignificant... Though now he was curious about just what his role would be

"Where was the first place you've ever visited? What was it like?"
Argelia
"First place we touched down in was Anvil, back in Cyrodiil." He says, "It was a fine town, smelled faintly of fish and seawater. I didn't explore it much, I spent most of my time there studying magic."
Connie
"Oh wow... Is there any particular place that you wish to go to? While I want to go everywhere I can, I've always wanted to go to Solsteim. Ma said her Ma came to skyrim from there. That and the pilgrimage to the shrine to Azura down near Winterhold."

His hand would go up to the necklace his Ma gave him, his own addition of the symbol of Azura he and his Pa made together, him giving the necklace and the icon a small, affectionate rub