The sweet relief of warmer, but still not<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>warm air slowly creeped up on Alois as the pair kept moving. The further they got from Windhelm and the Pale's border, the better. Hardly a place in Skyrim could be considered completely warm, but anything was better than the frigid, ever-frozen wastelands of the far north. When Sarrina mentioned his heritage, he couldn't help but give a small laugh, smiling and shaking his head. "If I wasn't a good shot, I might have been offended," The breton joked. He could certainly conjure a bound shortbow without too much issue, and luckily enough, could hit things pretty well with it. He wasn't a master archer by any means, just decent.<br/><br/>Silencing himself, he listened to her as she spoke of Cyrodiil. Along with High Rock, it was one of those places he'd always wanted to visit, but could never quite afford to. Even with the vice grip that the Thalmor held over them, he figured keeping a low profile and just sightseeing could still be managed. A little frown crossed his lips at the mention of Bruma. A place so very like Skyrim, if smaller in size, didn't sound like the best part of Cyrodiil to end up in. He couldn't blame her for leaving the place behind.<br/><br/>As she spoke of beginning the hunt, he smiled again, readying a spell in his right hand. The familiar purple glow of conjuration magic flowed through his forearm, forming together into a familiar flaming, floating orb in his palm. With some added focus, he charged magicka into the spell and closed his hand tightly around it. The flames of the spell traveled up his arm and onto his back, forming themselves into the shape of both a daedric-styled short bow and a quiver full of ethereal arrows. "Why don't we find out?" He replied, following her as quietly as he could. As she began crossing the river, he waited for a moment to give them some space, then followed carefully afterward. He nearly slipped on one of the wet rocks, sole of his boot touching the river's water, but he caught himself and kept walking, holding his arms out to balance himself.<br/><br/>"Watching, watching," He replied, shakily moving forward, one step at a time.