"Answers in the form of the Legions," he says, extending his hands to gesture isn't it obvious. "Everyone has eagerly spoken of the civil war gripping Skyrim, but no one cares to explain what happened after the Oblivion Crisis." It's a hard task to keep his expression neutral and composed considering the subject, but he must endure. "Or why the Dark Brotherhood has grown so bold as to assassinate an Emperor." Distaste tints his tone thickly, no need to ask him what he thinks of the assassins.

"There are no carriages from Rorikstead to Solitude. Whiterun Hold was the closest. I need supplies." A sword, silver preferred but steel will do. "I was hoping the court wizard would be more agreeable," Farengar proved to be an arse, no doubt in Martin's mind, "and I was told Solitude has the largest clothing shop in the province."

"Of course, considering the disdain for magic the Nords hold, I probably should take the carriage to Winterhold before I find myself mistaken for a legionnaire by a Stormcloak, a heretic by a Thalmor Justiciar, or tasty by a dragon."