Lucas sat up straight, his hair sticking out in every direction. He had fallen asleep for the last few hours of the carriage ride. It was exhausting. He didn’t know what his parents were thinking sending him to this frozen wasteland. It was no safer than Cyrodiil, to him.
He rubbed his eyes, turning to look when the driver announced their arrival to him. He sighed and gathered his things, stepping off the back. Once he had everything together, he approached the front door to his father’s friend’s house and knocked.