The more the two headed west, the warmer the weather became; Giving Sarrina a sense of tranquility. Walking in the wilds of eastmarch was soothing, especially since the place was known for having mild weather compared to the pale. Tuning into Alois' story, Sarrina found herself laughing at such a clever remark. “Haha, only the best master's of Illusion can convince a man to strip bare. I am sure the guards had a hard time with him and his sweet rolls.” Her eyes traveled back and forth toward Alois as she heard the origin of his parents. Curiosity roamed her mind, about the Breton. Usually she would find herself tuning out to whatever her companion had to say, whether about slaying a dragon, or a night with the night mother. The overgrown confidence, bragged by the former bored her.<br/><br/>“Oh so you have a little reachmen blood in yah? We'll see where your natural hunting blood gets yah.” The smile on her face, faded when she heard about his mother. Though born a nord, Cyrodil was the home for her for a whole seventeen seasons.<br/><br/>“Yah know... Chorrol does have its beauty. The weather over there was mild, and warm like it's people... well... minus the Thalmor, but I grew up in Anvil myself. Parents had a hard time handling me, and my 'recklessness' so we ended up moving to Bruman. The place was cold, bitter, and boring. The people dull and irking.  There was nothing to do so me and other townsfolk had to find ways to have fun... and being the 'reckless' one I always got in trouble. One day... I had it. I had to go, so I did. Ended up here. Thought about doing a lot of things; Even thought about joining the legion , but couldn't help get myself past the Thalmor.” It came to a surprise when she didn't notice herself tossing a few rocks around. Perhaps the unconscious habit never phased her. The mild cool weather, was often intruded with the cold winds coming from a distant river. The river, where they needed to be.<br/><br/>“Up ahead is where we can start the hunt. I wonder how good your archery and conjuration is?” She said with a subtle smirk. Sarrina gripped her right forearm to help with loosening her wrist and after a quick shake,  she rose her hand rose subtly while her body lowered. The aura around her hand turned, blue and after a deep breath her footsteps became silent, and muffled. The cowl on her head concealed her expression, while her once talkative self became silent. Her trust for her companion already appeared, as she crossed the river, by the rocks separating her feet from the water. With her worn ebony bow equipped in her right hand, she turned towards Alois. The woods, became dense and now the natural sounds of skyrim, was the soundtrack playing through her head. Waiting to hear her next clue. Whether it be prey, or a predator.<br/><br/>“Watch your step Alois...” she said towards her companion.