Jose
*Something hulking was wandering the forests today. A towering figure draped in thick fur and leather, nearly the height of a smaller giant with the shape of a man but the head of a long-horned bull. A minotaur. Unarmed, but given its size that likely wasn't a good thing. It had made its way through the hills of the Reach all the way to Haafingar, and now it approached what looked to be an old Nordic ruin from the distance. But as it drew closer, it saw the tall statue that was erected over it. From where it approached it couldn't make out who or what it represented, but it seemed to be a person. Rodric looked on at it with mild curiosity.*
Julie
*There was a horned figure at the base of the Shrine, sitting by a fire. The smoke would be visible for quite a distance. There was a tent behind them, but thats really all that could be seen at this point.*
Jose
*The ground seemed to shake slightly with Rodric's weight as he approached the shrine, walking up the hillside and looking around. Then he put a sight to the strange scents. Whatever it was, the horned figure's scent was unknown to him, but it reminded him a bit of the strange smell that followed Forsworn rituals. Something... Unnatural, perhaps? Whatever it was, he wanted to know who this stranger was. He wasn't really caring to hide his presence, if it could even be hidden given his stature. Now he was just looking at the sitting figure, his head tilted slightly.*
Julie
*It was cooking something, they were unaware of his presence. It smelled like some kind of venison. As he got closer, they looked elven, like some kind of Altmer, but with a softer face. They had curly hair , and the horns seemed affixed to their head, it wasn't a helmet.*
Jose
*Stepping onto the stone base of the shrine with his hooves, Rodric began to walk towards the waiting stranger. A horned Altmer... Some kind of mage? Someone who practiced old magics? Frankly he wasn't really sure, he just wanted answers.*

"Hmm... Who are you, stranger?"
Julie
"Huh?!"

*She dropped the meat on a stick in the snow and was sitting im her tent now. She hadn't seen a Minotaur since the Second Era in Cyrodiil. She was a Skaafin, a very uncommon kind of Daedra.*

"Are you... Are you real?"
Jose
"Am I... Real? By Shor, what the hell are you talking about?"

*The look of intrigue turned to confusion at the stranger's reaction. He almost thought it was a skooma addict somehow, but he didn't smell any nearby.*
Julie
"Oh, I guess you are. Forgive the reaction... Y'know... You aren't exactly who ya expect."

*She had an almost cockney accent. She was wearing a short dress with a big woolen coat over it, she probably wasn't prepared very well. Or the cold just didn't affect her.*