Xelzaz, the Argonian, flipped the page of his alchemy book. He hummed softly to himself, sitting on the bedroll in the safety of a tent. His head tilted slightly as he saw a particular potion recipe, and he adjusted it with his charcoal pencil before sighing and closing the book.

"It's late... It would be best to sleep for the travel tomorrow. I still need to cross into Hammerfell..."