The Farmer and His Cow Leave Home

"Ah what a beautiful day it is. Another bright morning in Pelagiad. The sun is shining. The sky is clear of clouds. This is the day for a journey. Don't you think Betilda?"

The farmer stood at the end of the path, nearest the gate, looking up at the sky with his trusty cow beside him.

He had won her in a contest six years prior, out-beating such races as Khajiit, Argonian, and even Orc in a Largest Vegetable Contest.

The farmer had been growing a Corkbulb just for the contest.

"Betty today we leave home. But first, to the market for some food."

The shop was quite small compared to the rest of the buildings in the village, which in reality was also fairly small.

The farmer had lived in Pelagiad for about fifteen years. Always keeping to himself, but friendly when he needed to be.

He wasn't very good at making friends, but when he won old Betilda in the vegetable contest, he knew he had found a life-long friend.

"Good morning sir. I would like a sack of muffins and three loafs of bread. A few gold coins for the items. Have a good day."

Life in Pelagiad was fairly good. There was rarely a crime committed there, except the occasional spat over ruined crops here or there. Overall though, crime was virtually none existent.

The leading Houses and the Legion did not bother them, perhaps due to the fact that Pelagiad was located so close to the south. Pelagiad was sort of under Imperial rule, but more as a retirement community than a military asset. There was a fort in the village, but it was closer to the town than the small farms that lay in the outskirts. So in actuality, the Imperials were more so in charge of the town rather than the farmland and so the farmers were left alone for the most part.

"Betilda! I'm back! Got the food we need. Just need to gather a few more things and we are good to go."

The farmer's house was not a large building, but it suited his needs just the way he needed it to. The whole inside was just one big room. A bed in the back left corner. A small fireplace just behind the dinner table. A good-sized chandelier sat on the ceiling just above the dinner table. A set of four chairs we arranged with two one either side of the table. He only ever used one, but on occasion he would switch it up and sit in one of the other chairs, just to change things up, even if only slightly.

"What do I need? Ah here we go. Some socks. Can't forget those or my feet will get cold. Then that means I will need shoes as well. Cannot forget my favorite shirt. I guess these pants will do. Got to look a bit presentable if I'm going to traverse the world. No, don't need these. Oh dear, where did I put my hat? There it is. Forgot I left you on the dresser. Whoops, almost forgot my bloomers. Silly me."

The farmer returned outside where Betilda now sat by the gate.

"Ah you're ready to go I presume? Well we just need a few things from the barn and we can get going."

The barn was only slightly smaller than the house. The only difference between the house and barn was the materials each was made of. While the walls were made of stone, the barn was merely made of straw and wood. The wood had faded over the years, but when he had first bought the farm, the wood on the barn was a light oak, freshly cut and trimmed.

"We will need some hay for you. A bit of water. Oh and a small scarf should do, just in case it gets a bit chilly where we are going."

The farmer exited the barn and opened the front gate.

He looked back at his home. This would be the last time he saw it before he journeyed forth with his trusty companion into the world outside of Pelagiad.

Fifteen years on the farm and now he was leaving to journey and traverse the world.

He took a deep breath and sighed one last time before him and Betilda walked through the gates and began their journey through Tamriel.