Marven frowned as he listened on to the Argonian's Plight. Indeed, He of course had said himself that fighting the Stormcloak's wouldn't be a good idea, even if he was prepared to do it...Plus this talk of other 'Treasure's' and Escaping through the Dwemer ruin's...that definitely piqued his interest as well.<br/>"...Winterhold...That's a Mage's College. Forgive me for being so Prudent but you don't have the look of a Mage, More a Bard. Surely solitude was where you would've been situated?" He asked because He somehow doubted this man's business in Winterhold involved just walking to the college and picking something up.<br/>"They don't just let any old Argonian into that College. You have to have serious Magickal Aptitude to Study there, Fuck know's what could be behind those walls."<br/><br/>Even after speaking of his doubt's though, Marven walked forward, holding his hand out to Ilya. "Nevertheless, I Have no interest in a 'Death or Glory' Stand in this rather Dull Hold. Count me in, but by Ysmir If you try anything funny, You'll regret it, I swear it." He said, Eye's glaring at Ilya seriously.<br/><br/>He turned to Tanesha and Ani.<br/>"I guess that settle-" His word's were cut off by the newcomer's arrival, frowning at his word's.<br/>"No offense mate, but I'd rather either put my trust in a Local Blacksmith, or Attempt to forge Weapon's myself than put my trust in a Stranger carrying a bunch of Ingot's in his Bag." He said to him flatly.