Shooting half a smile in Sarrina's direction, Alois stood up and uncrossed his arms, shaking the limbs a bit to liven them up and counteract the chill that had set in. Hunting sounded fun, provided the game wasn't being tracked by something like a sabre cat or bear. Even the wildlife of Skyrim was dangerous and deadly, let alone the cold. Finally ending his warm-up routine by rolling both shoulders and then his neck, he nodded. "Sure, I could go for some elk." He wasn't carrying a bow, but luckily for him, he could simply conjure one up and start shooting.<br/><br/>The map was taken, unfolded, and quickly looked over. The wilderness of the surrounding parts of Eastmarch that Kynesgrove was built in was familiar. Childhood hunts, hikes with friends, and camping trips all gave the breton a connection with nature, to put it in dramatic terms. More simply put, he just knew his way around the immediate area. He peeked over the top at Sarrina's inquiry, answering. "Just about. Only thing I didn't have was a tent and an axe." Camping out would doubtlessly be necessary, unless they somehow found their way into a proper town every night of the journey. Given the country's merciless cold and the distance between civilized places, he doubted they'd be that lucky.<br/><br/>He carefully folded the map back up for now, keeping a careful grip on the paper to make sure he didn't damage it. As he walked, he took a glance back at his house. Eh, nothing inside that couldn't be replaced. Nor anything attractive enough to make it a target for thieves. At worst, he'd have some cobwebs to clean and some snow to shovel if they were gone long enough for the month of Frostfall to take hold of the realm.<br/><br/>Sarrina's apparent interest in magic got Alois' immediate attention, and he wasted no time in chatting it up. "Oh, I've never been too good at Illusion.  Aside from the time I sent Leif around town stripped bare because I convinced him I'd used a chameleon spell on him, I never got much into it." Reminiscence about the event brought forth a sly smirk. The guards had quite the riot that day. "And, you know, not<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>much to tell. I was born here, been to Windhelm a few times. My father was a Forsworn who abandoned his tribe, and my mother was in the Imperial Legion." He paused momentarily. The Legion wasn't well-liked in Eastmarch, given its primarily Stormcloak-allied citizens. He hoped Sarrina wasn't too militantly anti-Empire that she'd dump him due to tertiary connections. Once he felt it was safe to keep speaking, he did so. "She's from Chorrol. She made it sound so nice, even with the Thalmor lording over Cyrodiil. I've always wanted to visit it."<br/><br/>There was more to tell, of course. His interest in the dwemer and their technological advances was a primary thought, but for now, he figured he'd start small.