Swims nodded. "I've heard some things about Skyrim. It does sound like an interesting place, even if it is cold. I wonder if the dragons they have up there are anything like the stories I've heard?" He asked. As Veria began to remove her armor as well, found that he couldn't help but to watch, even if he tried to make it seem like he wasn't. He and Veria had practically grown up together, so changing in front of each other was nothing new. They went swimming together all the time, so it wasn't as if they were unused to seeing each other in their underwear. Still, recently, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. He didn't know why he was starting to feel this way, but he was still convinced that it would never work, that it wasn't meant to be. For himself, he finally managed to get out of his iron armor. It was always a long and annoying process. Each plate had to be removed individually, each strap untied, then tied back again once he put it back on. It always seemed to be an ordeal, but at least he was getting used to it.