Argonian Family

They don’t exactly live in luxury but they have enough to get by, no different then any other place in Tamriel. The two argonians lived as mercenaries though they were paid poorly due to the lack of work in their community 

 Here’s a short story with it-

In a small house in Helstrom, Holds-Little-Luck was showing his daughter a simple candlelight spell. He looked down at his daughter and smiled with pride to see her finally cast the spell after imitating him. Most Saxhleels were able to perform spells as an inherited trait but alteration spells were their family tradition. To thrive in the land of Tamriel, it took practice to prepare for the future

Dalrusha calmly unrolled a scroll from their commander of their reign of Black Marsh. Work for the mercenaries was slow lately and she was relieved to have an opportunity or opportunities for the job depending on the payment. She spoke with concern since the place they were headed was unfamiliar territory “Love? We have orders to travel to Skyrim”

There were rumors of the dragons returning to Tamriel but since dragons were to be counted among legends, they decided to travel to the land of the Nords since they were promised a hefty amount of coin. Helstorm was never over flowing with coin and they were always strong in numbers as they traveled together. Their job was to defend a caravan that was traveling to Skyrim to sell their goods of fine wine and ales.

With no immediate family in their community, they had to bring their hatchling with them. Their visit to Skyrim would be short and the amount of coin would have been profitable for a comfortable year once they returned to Black Marsh. Or so they thought