[On the way to Rorikstead]
"So, why are we headed to Rorikstead again? They don't have much out there, whether it's ingredients or shops."
Arcadia was not one who took well to information being withheld from her, especially when it involved the trek to Rorikstead. All she had been told was that something important required their presence in Whiterun, and she hadn't even been told that directly. The informant, her Altmer shop-assistant Melee, was walking next to Arcadia, smiling and taking in the sights around her. There was a pleasant bounce to her step which caused the arrows in the quiver on her back to quietly clatter against each other with each step she took. The unseasonably warm breeze blew through her short, dark purple hair as she looked down at Arcadia. "You know as much as I do right now. I just know that a courier sent me a letter saying that we were to come to Rorikstead, and that the matter was urgent." She shrugged, readjusting the glass bow on her back. "I'm not sure why you didn't get the message instead, but I guess we'll know soon enough, won't we?"
Arcadia sighed, adjusting the satchel that hung from her shoulder into a more comfortable position. "Well, from the list of plants we were asked to bring, it sounds like someone is having medical issues. These are all plants that would be used in healing potions." She lifts the flap of the bag up, examining the ingredients she had carefully packed. There were small clusters of everything from juniper berries to blue mountain flowers to other plants which Melee either didn't know or couldn't remember the names of.
Frowning slightly, Melee tried to understand what type of situation they were going into. "Well if someone was sick, I can understand them calling for you. But why would they be so secretive about it? It doesn't make much sense to me." She kept her hands down at her sides, tapping some impromptu rhythm on the pair of short Elven swords hanging from either side of the belt tied loosely around her hips. She enjoyed the metallic pattering sound it made, and it satisfied her insatiable need to always be moving, no matter what she was doing. She was always fidgeting; tapping her foot, drumming her fingers, whatever she could do just so that she was never completely still, something that bothered her immensely. The only time you could ever catch Melee being completely still was when she was using her bow. She would be as still as a stone.
"I have no idea. It's really quite puzzling, but I guess we'll just have to ask once we get there." Arcadia was used to Melee's constant motion by now, and it didn't bother her. She radiated a certain aura of calmness that seemed unbreakable, and as the small village of Rorikstead came into view, even the lack of knowledge about their situation was unable to break her demeanor.