Understandably, Andrel didn’t have a clue as to how Luna was able to effectly sleep for 80 years and not age a day. Magic was not something the Nord’s really bothered with, and rightly feared. This was the land of Talos, and one of Dragons. Yet most who lived hear would rather fight with a sword or axe, for Magic had only brought great evil upon them. As the pair pushed on, the next obstacle in the path appeared as another machine, though this one was much larger then before. Before the Nord could even react, the Elf had destroyed the creature of metal, which actually stirred a bit of jealously in the male warrior, for the efficiency of the kill was incredible. “I... I’m not an expert on Dwarven machines, I only know how to destroy them.” True, considering his years of being a soldier. It appeared the Wolf had found battle as well, and the oil she has rolled in afterward was a sign of her victory. While Luna scolded the beast, Andrel only chukled. Nords didn’t mind a little dirt, especially when it was collected in battle. Oil was no different. “Quite the brave creature you have, may I ask how you found her?” His question came as the Elf moved about ensuring the temporary camp they had settled in was safe and at least slightly comfortable.<br/><br/>While he was stuck on a cold stone bed, he was lucky enough to have... Willow... yes, that is it. He slowly and gently reached out and patted the Wolf on the head, while a polite smile formed on his face. “Trust me, I won’t move again. I feel as if I’ve broke another bone.” A slight chuckle passes his lips, though it does evolve into a pained cough after awhile. “You have told me much about yourself, so I suppose it’s only fair I reveal my history.” He took a moment to adjust his position on the stone bed, attempting to lay down though it wasn’t the most comfortable. “I am from a small village, by the name of Helgan. Before the War, it was a peaceful place, everyone knew each other and we worked together to make the most out of our simple lives. That is until the Imperials sent even more men to our Village. It was after Ulfric Stormcloak defeated the Puppet King that things became worse then ever. New taxes, sheltering soldiers, a few of us could not stand for it. So, one night, we left and headed for Windhelm to join the Stormcloaks. I’ve heard nothing from my family nor anyone else in the town. I can’t return, not until the War is over anyway.”<br/><br/>A sigh passed his lips. It was sad that he didn’t even know of the destruction of Helgan, something none of the troops with Andrel knew. “I have a mother and father, and a little sister. I can only hope they do not hate me for my actions.” It was clear he feared what his return home would entail. He had no idea it would be a trip to a graveyard. “So, do you mind explaining your knowledge of armor and weapon craftsmanship? I’ve not seen equipment like that before.” It was clear he was changing the subject, at least it was a topic he wished to discuss.