William
Aerin was in the temple of Mara, kneeling before the statute. He was praying, praying that he would find his brother, praying for his mother's safety back home in Cyrodiil, and pray for guidance in this new province he had barely heard. He was an outsider to the land of the Nords. He felt lost, and alone.

For now, he prayed to one of the Eight Divines, Mara for hope.
Bryan
*The quiet sound of footsteps approached him, as one of the initiates of the temple came up to the sole worshipper. She was a young Breton, in her early twenties at the absolute most, and with short ginger hair pulled back into a ponytail. Clad in the usual robes of her order, combined with the amulet of Mara around her neck, there was no doubt as to who she was.* "I'm sorry to disturb you sir, but is there anything that I can do for you?"
William
The man was surprised to be noticed. He stood up and looked at the Breton.

"I... Erm. I don't think you can help me..." Aerin quietly spoke.

Aerin was in his mid 20's, nearly reaching 30 with four more years left.

"I simply came here to ask for the Divines for guidance. Mara... Has not shown me anything. Nor have any of them. But I still try." Aerin gave a vague answer.
Bryan
*She gave him a deep nod as he spoke, folding her hands daintily in front of her, with the grace of a noblewoman.* "It is rare that the Divines show themselves outright to mortals. They are not like the Daedra, interfering in the petty squabbles of man and mer. But perhaps I can give you some guidance from Lady Mara's teachings? I admit, I'm only an initiate, so cannot give guidance like a full priest. But I will do my best."
William
Aerin paused for a moment.

"I'm lost. Not giving up on my brother... No way in oblivion am I giving up on him. But... I don't know where to start. All I know he was last seen heading through the border of Skyrim from accounts in Bruma. Here I am... And I can't find anyone who has even seen him. I got a whole land that feels... Alien to me. I have no leads and no tracks to follow. I don't know what to do..." Aerin sighed, he wasn't going to give up the search. But he felt like he was climbing a oil steep wall.