After testing the potions and paying about five septims for them, Leonifold understood that he struck gold with making a deal with Marcus.
As a middle-aged man and an imperial with trading experience, he knew that these potions were effective.
Of course, he did not test it himself and just ordered guards to do it.
Marcus shook hands with Leonifold, and then the man said.
"About three to four weeks later, a carriage with an imperial flag named Bright Moon will arrive."
"The trading caravan leader Arnisto will be notified of you and will be waiting for you."
"After he takes the potions from you, he will be paying you the agreed amount, and you need to sign as you know it."
"From now on, then, we can discuss later trading opportunities."
Marcus listened to everything and made note of it. This knowledge is not something that he would just know with playing the game, as it did not exist, and just having understanding of lore is not as great as direct experience.
"Okay."
"May I ask something of your guards?"
Leonifold nodded and hopped on his horse.
"Hi."
"May I ask you how much it is to hire guards at your level?" Marcus asked, looking at the bald man who seemed to be leading the four other guards.
The bald guard thought and said it.
"We are ex-imperial soldiers and veterans; ordinary bandits need to be triple our size to have any chance against us."
"Even then they would still have a problem against us."
"If you are looking for veteran people, you should be accepting of paying ten septims per week."
"But, if you are looking just for a fighter who knows how to use a sword and muscle, you can find many that are loyal with just five septims per week."
"As long as their belly is full of mead and they can sleep well and eat food, they will protect you to the end."
Marcus nodded.
"Thank you," he said, and then after a short talk with Leonifold and the guards, he went on his way.
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One day later, Marcus saw the big city of Morthal in front of him.
"Wow..."
"I believe Solitude had more than two hundred thousand people living in it..."
"And many visitors."
"This place should have around one hundred thousand or seventy-five..."
It is not big for Marcus, who is accustomed to modern-day Earth cities, but pretty big compared to the people here and the game.
With some excitement, he moved on and then entered the city without any problem.
The guards are many and always on alert, while the daily life of the people continues without much difference.
The markets sold many things—meat, fur, and ingredients for alchemy—without even knowing about it.
Marcus kept on looking at everything and inspected everything.
The city was bigger than he expected, even considering the reality-based new understanding of the people, crowd, and cities.
"Good..."
"Now."
"I just want to find a bed and sleep."
"After that, I will try to look for an individual and talk to him..."
The person Marcus wanted to talk to was a named character in the game.
It was none other than "Falion," a conjuration master and an important individual.
From what he remembers, Falion was also one of the people who were in the College of Winterhold for some time.
His student is the Phinis Gester.
From every point of view, talking to this man was useful.
"I remember that he also is able to cure vampirism with a black soul gem filled with a grand mortal soul of a human-like being..."
"He also sells spells and teaches the conjuration school of magic for a payment."
With these thoughts, Marcus first went to the inn.
There were more than twenty to thirty inns in the whole of Morthal, but only one of them was in the game and important in the eyes of Marcus.
It was Moorside Inn; the inn was important not because he knew it from the game but also because of the innkeeper.
The woman, Jonna, is the sister of Falion.
If he meets with her and is good to her in some ways, at least kind and respectful,
Fallen would be greater to him.
There was a big difference between him just going to him and trying to speak to him about magic and everything and being introduced by her sister.
If Jonna puts in a good word about him, that he is a great customer and respectful to her, it may make Falion more inclined to have goodwill towards Marcus.
"I do not need to be quick and hasty."
Marcus said to himself and then went on.
Entering Moorside Inn, he directly noticed the redguard woman who was wearing an apron and nodded.
"That is her," he thought and then walked and passed the other people talking, drinking, and eating and sat on the stool.
Jonna arrived not long after and spoke.
"Hi."
"What can I get you? Mead and wine are one drake each, and foods that are without meat are two, and those with meat are three drakes."
Marcus smiled.
"I would like a mead, a stew of beef, and some vegetables on the side."
"One room is five drakes per day."
He said and then put one septim on the table.
"A room also."
Jonna nodded and smiled.
"I will be getting what you ordered." She then took the septim from the table and went on.
"Let's see how it will go," Marcus thought as he waited for his food and drink to arrive.