Once they began to walk beyond the farms, the foliage became repetitive and a little disorienting apart from the odd large stone or ruin. They had not lost their way yet, though.

After a quick chuckle at Ahnasha's reaction, Fendros started to think out loud about her question. "Well, I've been so focussed on the training that I hadn't given it much thought," Fendros said. He looked up partly in thought, party to look at the underside of a mushroom tree they were passing under, "Back home it was just vintage and the Fighters Guild." Fendros looked ahead again, "Vineyard management and dealing with wine wasn't exactly a passion, rather an expectation. The Fighters Guild was something I chose to join, but that sort of tuition is being all but completely covered by the pack now. As for other things..." He trailed off and exhaled through his nose slowly as his thoughts whirred again. Nothing immediately came to mind.

There was a point where Fendros thought of whether he wanted to be taught how to be a father, as that was one thing he wasn't confident about, but he didn't really know how he would go about learning such a skill without raising a child first. Luckily something else came to mind before the topic was lost. "I think language is one thing. I can speak Cyrodiilic and the language of this land. That was mostly because both were spoken at my home, but I studied them for a short while, just to get more... confident in sales, I think that was the rationale." He looked to Ahnasha, "I found it rather interesting to notice the patterns and details of the two languages." He shrugged and looked ahead, "It might be nice to learn other languages as well." He glanced sideways at Ahnasha, "How about you? Was there anything you always wanted to learn?"