Martin
*Rodric was a little intrigued by the fact that Speaks' teeth were plated in silver. He'd heard stories that silver worked against the undead, but he knew well enough it worked far better against lycanthropes, including himself. Still, he was mostly concerned with how uncomfortable it'd be to have metal-plated teeth. For his part, the minotaur couldn't imagine it, or rather chose not to. He cleared his throat and responded.*

"Well met, Speaks-In-Tongues. Curious to meet a vampire hunter out here, I have to say. In all my years around these parts, I've yet to see any vampires, though you've certainly prepared. Don't take it this unofficial business is a casual stroll through the Reach?"
Holly
"If I wanted a casual stroll I doubt I'd pick the Reach." He says with a chuckle, "Though I guess it can be a bit fun at times, shame the Forsworn never choose to use undead abominations." He says, feigning a pout, "But no, I'm on a pilgrimage of sorts, My Lady has gifted me visions of an artifact of hers that I must recover!"
Martin
"Aye, a well-armed pilgrim at that. What sort of sacred object would reside here, if I may ask? Frankly, the most valuable thing here other than one's own life is whatever magical things the Forsworn have scrounged up. That and the sword of old Red Eagle, if it exists. To be honest, I don't much bother with the old ruins around here, the tight spaces are horrid."
Holly
"It is an amulet, with an opal gem, it contains power that My Lady bestowed upon it, it glows with the light of the sun." He says, "I don't know *How* The Forsworn got that disgusting hands on it, but I must get the artifact."