Garren rose from the table, and started for his room. Marcus paid little attention to anything Garren said as he departed, as he was still lost in himself. A blank look was painted on his face, an expression he rarely donned. His mind still raced with thoughts and memories of his father, and his fears of Dwemer ruins.
He tried to break his mind away, and return to the present, in hopes that he could take advantage of this situation to acquaint himself with the people that he will most likely die with. He had no doubt that this ruin will be the death of at least one of them.
Elsa leaned forward, smiled, and began to speak. The words grabbed Marcus and pulled him back into reality, and he became aware of his surroundings again. "...about the pair of you. It seems only fitting considering we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming days. So tell me something about yourselves."
Marcus only caught a part of what Elsa said, but it was no matter. It was clear she wished to learn more about himself and the Altmer bard, most likely for similar reasons to Marcus'. There weren't many options in this case.
Marcus shelved his memories, and became himself again. It was a rapid transformation, and he hoped he could maintain his composure and remain this way.
"Alright, well, my name is Marcus. I was born in Cyrodiil, in Cheydinhal, specifically." Marcus leaned forward as well, bringing himself closer to the Nord. He reached for the expensive wine Garren had so graciously purchased for his new companions. He took a drink, and continued.
"I did not live there long, unfortunately. My mother disappeared when I was very young, and soon after, my father torched the cabin we lived in outside the city limits and we moved here, to Skyrim."
He looked down to the flagon that the wine was held in, and studied it carefully.
"We moved into an abandoned shack near the border. There, my father began his meticulous studying."
Marcus lifted the flagon to his mouth and tilted it, releasing more drink. Perhaps the wine will put my mind at ease.
He was not ready to divulge anything regarding his father, so he excluded it, and wrapped up his story.
"I lived a solitary life, so I decided to move to Riften. For the social interaction. From there, I learned of my hunger for exploration and adventure."
He gazed into Elsa's eyes, and sighed deeply.
"However, my father disappeared. I haven't seen him in close to a year. A sad deal, really," he finished, and emptied the flagon of wine. He lightly set the empty container on the table, and leaned back, done with himself.
She needs not know about his research, at least not yet.
"How about you?"