[color=daa520][b][u]Haafingar, 11th of Morndas, Morning, 4E 205[/u][/b][/color]

Andre had been lucky that he had found a caravan that was setting up to make way to Windhelm, making a few stops along the way, including Whiterun. He checked to make sure the package was secured in his sack before joining the other travellers.
The caravan itself was mostly made up of Nords, but it also consisted a few Khajiit and a pair of Bosmer. 

Before getting onto it himself, Andre helped  some of the others get onto the cart. The other travellers on this cart were the young Bosmer couple named "Celebar & Milwren", two old Nords, a brother and sister duo named Ryger & Danna. And there was the Khajiit called Silent-Tongue, she wasn't much for conversation.
Andre made himself as comfortable as he could much like the others, as it had been said that the journey may be long.
A short time afterward, the caravan made its way down the road out from the city, Andre caught a glimpse of the spot where the shriveled Orc sat, but he was nowhere to be seen. 

After a while, one of the Nords spoke up, "So what brings a pair of Tree Elves to Skyrim?" asked Ryger in a friendly but rough manner.
"We're hoping to meet my cousin in Whiterun. He said that he'd be working by the time we got here, but we thought we'd surprise him." replied Milwren in a partly excitable tone.
Ryger nodded and turned toward Andre, "And what of you friend?" Andre wasn't paying much attention as he watched the scenery pull away from them. He turned to face the man after a few seconds to realise he was asked the question, "Ah apologies.." Andre shuffled to make himself more comfortable out of his slump, "I am here to search for a missing heirloom for my family. It had been taken a good number of years ago. How and by whom we do not know. All that we do however, is the possible whereabouts."
"Ah I see." next Ryger turned to the Khajiit who just stared at him and opened her mouth to reveal that she had no tongue.
They had only learned of her name as she'd been directed by a caravan foreman during the preparations.
After a minor awkward pause, Andre spoke up, "And what of yourselfs?" he asked in turn.
Danna spoke next, "We're heading for Morthal. Our mother is ill." she said evidentally saddened by the thought. "Ah, mother will be fine little sister." he said as he embraced her. 

The rest of the journey went by pretty quietly. The caravan had to pass through Dragon's Bridge, which housed a sizeable amount of Stormcloaks which made some of the caravan uncomfortable, especially given a few of them heckled one of the drivers who was a Khajiit. Besides that, they were unimpeded and eventually stopped at Morthal for the evening, continuing early the next day. 

[img]https://static0.thegamerimages.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/Skyrim-Morthal-Modded-Cropped.jpg[/img][color=daa520][u][b]Morthal, 11th of Morndas, Late afternoon, 4E 205[/b][/u][/color]

The caravan pulled up and stopped in an area just outside of the entrance to Morthal, a short distance from the town.
About a third of the caravan left for the town, including the Nord duo that travelled with Andre and co.
Andre took it upon himself to visit the town, and see what it was like.
Morthal wasn't much to look at Andre thought to himself, he much prefered Solitude. Perhaps it was due to the high stone walls that guarded it had reminded him of home.
The atmosphere was much the same here as it was in Solitude. It was the feeling of discomfort, and being unwanted. 

After spending about half the hour wandering the town, he saw that the Bosmer couple had the same idea as him and decided to visit the town, only he noticed as they walked down the street in somewhat of hurried pace, Andre also noticed a trio of Nord figures were trying to keep pace and watching them as they moved.
Andre fearing for their wellbeing decided to follow them all. 

Unfortunatley after turning a corner, the Bosmer had come to a dead end. They turned to see three Nord men staring them down that reeked of mead, "We don't want any trouble, we we're just visiting your town." said Celebar, "A pair of lost lambs." one of the Nords piped up while chuckling to his friends, he was the shortest of the three and evidentally the roundest. "I've had  enough of you're kind, killed plenty during the war." said the larger built of the three, he was scarred across the face and across the arms. The third member was a plain looking man, other than being the youngest looking, he was mostly seemingly interested in Milwren. 

"Please le-" Celebar didn't finish as the large Nord had sent the poor elf flying with a single punch, the man practically dwarfed the elf. Milwren shrieked in fear for her beloved just before Andre bore witness to the scene. Milwren was about to run over to Celebar's concussed form until she felt a tight grip on her arm as the young Nord had just caught her, she desperately flailed against the grip as best as she could until a crashing sound surprised them all. The shorter Nord almost comically fell forward face first into the ground, with pieces of a wooden crate littering his spot. The Nords turned to see a partly surprised Breton. "I did not expect that to work." Andre said sounding satisfied.
"Papa?!" the young Nord ignored the Bosmer and with anger twisted and went to throw a punch at Andre, however somehow tripping on a clearly flat surface face-planted the ground, and slowly recoiled in pain due to his now broken nose.
The large Nord rolled his eyes in frustration before he approached Andre, "Lets see if you last longer than that weakling over there." he gestured to the wood elf behind him. 

Andre was of average height to most men, but even to him this Nord was big. "I had heard of the hospitality of Nords, clearly what was said was wrong. Nothing but simple barbarians rule this land it seems." said Andre putting on a somewhat cocky attitude, this angered the Nord more so and with a rageful yell went in for full force punch that would hit only air where Andre stood. From behind the Nord, "That was an illusion you just struck!" the real Andre ran into the large man, slamming him into the building wall knocking the wind out of him. He then followed up with an uppercut and tripping the man over by knocking out the legs from underneath. The Nord laughed as he lay there upon the ground, "Not bad..." was all he said before he began to snore. Andre shook his head in surprise as the man he just assaulted just fell asleep.
Shortly after, he went to check on the elves whom appeared fine, though Celebar was somewhat bloodied, missing a tooth at worst.