William
The lone Agornian would be walking around the village, it was a quiet little village that was at the bottom of the Throat of the World, the tallest mountain in all of Tamriel. 

The mountain was awe-inspiring. Hanar never thought he would see such an intimidating mountain. Cyrodiil had mountains that he thought were impressive but nothing could compare to this. Ivarsted was a normal nord village, but the pilgrimage all the way to the High Hrothgar seemed like a fund journey, despite how cold it would be against his scales. Still Hanar was here for some work, dealing with the large animal population or the roaming band of brigands was an easy way to earn some coin to help fund his search for the flower that would save his mother.
Yolanda
_at the edge of the town, a Nord woman with long, curly blonde hair could be seen talking to one of the village men, she is carrying a deer on her shoulder while a hefty debate is being held_

"What do you mean you cannot accept this, you ask me to go into the forest to return with meat, and i do as you ask and you're not satisfied?" 

_the Woman is a lot louder than the man_

"I don't care if it's torn up or not, it's meat regardless. Now give me my coin before i take this somewhere else"

_she drops the limp deer at the feet of the man, snatches a bag of gold out of the mans hand, spits on the ground and turns around, walking into the village_
William
Hanar looked over, seeing the woman drop off the hound of the animal. 

He sniffled his nose as he walked towards her, placing his hands on his hip.

"Quiet the kill, though it takes time to get an animal not in bad shape. Only those who have hunted for a long time ever get clean kills." He gave his thoughts on her hunting skills.
Charles
_Hadvira looked up to the argonian, stopped to look back at the man slowly drag the deer away. She crossed her arms and grunted_ 

"Hrngh. Yeah well people take too much for granted these days. If that milk-drinker has anything to say about how i do my job he can do it himself next time"

_she would look at the argonian again, quickly scanning him from top to bottom_

"But your observations are correct, i've been spending quite some of my life away from any civilization, so i had to do what was necessary to bring food on the table"

_she would place both her hands on her hips and slighty tilt her head_

"What brings you to ivarstead, traveler? Are you here to trek the 7,000 steps or just stopping for a drink at the inn?"
William
He shrugged.

"An odd job to say the least, looking for a type of follower... A rare one. Ever heard of the Blue Frostwit Flower? It is said to be native to Skyrim and an Alchemist from Cyrodiil wants it. I have been tasked with finding it... But it has been a long search and one that grows frustrating as time passes..." Hanar asked, but this was mostly a lie.

He was not on a job, but a personal quest to save his mother. This flower would be the key to saving her life, and would prevent Hanar losing his mother to the same disease that took his father.