Marcus arrived at the Dragon Bridge in the nighttime. The guards looked at him for a moment and yawned; they did not think much about him.
They also believed that what a single man can do would be a problem for them. So they never checked about his things or who he was and just went to do their own patrols in the cold night with torches in their hands.
Marcus was not able to see everything about Dragon Bridge Town, but he understood that the size and number of houses and everything are a lot more. At this point he was not shocked seeing how everything is bigger.
After asking one of the guards, he found the inn.
The Four Shields Tavern, he entered and felt the warmth inside, also the smell of the good food.
There were more than fifty people inside talking and drinking, spending their night with the friends.
In the nighttime only the inns were open, so everybody who had nothing to do came to the inn to drink and spend their time with their friends.
The life of an ordinary Skyrim citizen was pretty ordinary, as expected.
Marcus went to the innkeeper; he smiled.
"Hello," said the woman.
"I am Faida, owner of the Four Shields Tavern."
"Do you need a drink or food, or both maybe?"
Marcus had seventy-eight septims with him, so he was pretty comfortable in terms of coins.
"I need a room, some food, and drink too."
"What have you got?"
Faida smiled.
"We have many types of food and different kinds of mead and wine."
"Do you prefer meat or more of a soup?"
Marcus thought and answered.
"A meat stew, preferably chicken or ox, something that is cultivated and not game meat is preferable."
"Nord Mead is okay on the side."
Faida nodded.
"I will be getting it."
"The room cost is five drakes per day, and food and drink are three drakes."
Marcus nodded and placed one septim on the counter.
"Two more for the mead."
Faida took the Septim and smiled as she went back to the kitchen.
Marcus turned his head back and looked at the people. He did not know most of them. In this reality world of Skyrim, most people are not just mission-driven people.
There are many people that are never in the game or the lore but are still here.
In no time food and drink arrived, and he stopped thinking, took his bowl of chicken soup with many meat parts and drink, and sat down at one of the corner tables and took a piece of bread on the side.
As he started eating, the time passed.
After his food was finished, he ordered two more meads and sat beside the big fire and closed his eyes to rest and calm himself.
As he thought about these, a Norseman with a tall height and muscular body came to his side and started talking to him.
"So, Breton, why are you here?"
Marcus stopped for a moment and then nodded.
"So, I am like a Breton in this world; I never thought about the race, as I am not used to it."
"That would explain my magical capability, not like an Altmer but still great."
Marcus then answered.
"I am just passing through."
The man nodded and then left him alone. From the answer of Marcus, he believed Marcus was not a man that he would like to talk and spend some time with; it was not his taste of a bar friend.
After some more time later, Marcus went to the room he paid for and then locked the room and sat down on the bed.
"Resting on a bed is really great luxury," he thought and then slept for the night.
In the morning time, Marcus woke up. He heard some people were talking fast and loudly outside of the room.
He wore his clothes and opened his door and started listening.
"So what!" said one of the Northmen.
"Are we going to let those bandits attack even the bigger caravans?"
"There are many people; my uncle is in that caravan. We don't know what happened to them." Nordman kept shouting at the guard.
Many people, some dark elves, some of them imperials, all voiced out their thoughts.
Clearly, they were angry.
Marcus went to Faida's side and asked.
"What is this about in this morning time?"
Faida looked at him and then spoke.
"A huge caravan was attacked last night."
"Dragon Bridge Town just got to the news; it seems like more than fifty people were killed, and there is still no news about the survivors."
Marcus felt a little bit cold and then asked.
"Do you know which transport company that caravan belonged to?"
Faida touched her chin and then nodded.
"I remember some of the guards saying that it belonged to Lady Felina Transport."
"Some of the guards also know the caravan master; it was Maxfer Nealier."
Marcus nodded and ordered a mead for himself and then kept his silence for a moment.
"I am not sure if I should be happy or sad."
"In the end, they were ignorant people, but did they deserve to die...?"
He shook his head and understood that nothing good can come from this kind of thought.
He just focused on his mead and then decided to explore Dragon Bridge Town.
If he can find an alchemy table that he can use, he can make some more septims and then continue on his way.
It would also be great if he could find more books to read while he is on the road. As he wanted to gain more knowledge and have more information on the world and remember more.
"I should also look for the spellbooks if I can find them," he said to himself and did not think about what happened to Caravan or anything about it.
They banished him; it was their problem.