The vagabond exits the forest, tablet still in hand, as he continues to walk.
"I am a man of constant sorrow, I've seen trouble all my day..." he sung under his breath, a stride in his step, as he continued his walk to Fourside... Until he stopped.
"Computer, scan world for Travelers, Sliders, and Fallers."
Code:
Scanning... Scanning... Scan complete.
"Good, show it on the map," He said, sitting down, tablet in hand, as he looked.
"Hm... A few travelers in Lakeside, along with a few sliders, a traveler and Traveler-faller duo, in this Winterhold place, and another faller-traveler duo somewhere... Now the question is... Where to go, where to go, so many places... Computer, information on winterhold."
Code:
Winterhold: A college in the land of Skyrim-
"No, no... Lets see... Winterhorn, and... Lakewest."
Code:
Winterhorn: Magical Collage, located on mountain, lake at foot. Cold. Lakewest: Fishing village-
"Good enough for me! Computer, load Magic Program 1987-Tele."
Code:
loading... Loading... Loading Star Trek episode trans-
"Wait, I mean Magic Program 19874-telep,"
Code:
Loading teleportaion sequence... Executing... Done.
He looked up to see the portal in front of him, leading right into a ally in lakewest. He walks through... And trips, landing right on his face.
"Oh bloody hell..." He mutters, getting up, exiting the ally and looking around.
"Lets see... Spices, spices..." he mutters, looking around for any spice shops.