Cedric
*Joining Speaks in the final charge, Rodric stampeded towards the surviving mages, readying his hammer-sized fists to slam them into pulp. He was enjoying the thrill of a fight against the Forsworn- they may have been too weak to actually hurt or kill him, even without the magic of Speaks' amulet, but it was still satisfying to beat the crap out of them. They were a problem for the Reach's locals, and they were an annoyance to him, so good riddance.*
Faith
"I gotta say, as fun as it is to watch you fight. The Forsworn are just... Boring. Fighting the Undead is much more fun." He says, "If you need my magic I'll help, but if not I may take my leave."
Edward
The mages die, the area is clear for now, though the inside likely contains many more forsworn, and in spite of Speaks' amulet, it's getting dark, and the moons reveal their phase, both are full
Cedric
"Pleasure meetin' ya, Speaks!"

*Rodric took a moment to pause, brushing some blood and viscera off of his fur clothing and sighing with relief. Looking around the ruins, that was when he noticed something. It seemed unusually bright for dusk, but not sunlight. His eyes were caught on a growing shadow, and turning to its source, he saw it. Masser and Secunda, the two giants in the sky, were coming into view- unobstructed and full. Even now he felt it, a powerful urge in his very heart, like a cauldron slowly preparing to boil over. He knew what this meant. Turning back to the ruins and spotting the far away light of fires, he smiled and laughed slowly. But not a hearty laugh, a more unsettling laugh.*

"Ah... Tonight is going to be a *Long, long* Night." *Rodric said, and he made his way further into the ruins.*