Anthony
*Rodric smiled. Many of the terms Crag used were strange and unrecognizable to him- talk of spinners and earthbones and wardens- but he still listened.*

"A curious life you've had, I have to say. If you're ever interested in visiting my home, feel free. Just head to the Reach, I know it like the back of my hand. It won't be hard to find someone. It's sort of a camp, not much more than a cave with a fire, some pelts for sleeping, and a few other tools I've crafted, but it's comfortable as can be."
Donald
"I try to avoid the Reach when I can. The air... The Green... It feels wrong, tainted." He says, his voice with a mix of fear and disgust, "The working of the so-called Forsworn. Their magic is unnatural..."
Anthony
"Aye... Those madmen tear their own hearts out and make deals with hagravens. They're horrible people to live near, and most don't live near 'em for as long as I have. Wager there's not a single man or woman in the hold that doesn't despise the Forsworn. Never been one for magic though, so I wouldn't know just how far their madness goes."
Donald
"Those brambles that surround their camps aren't natural, they're caused by the twisted magics they perform. A horrid facsimile of druid magic." He says, "They take wicked satisfaction out of mocking the Green."
Anthony
"What is it you plan to do then, kinsman? I'll always end up in a petty fight with them, no matter how much I keep to myself or mind my own. But I imagine you had something else in mind."
Donald
"For now? I'm staying where I am. Eldergleam Sanctuary is too valuable to me. I would hate to be gone and to have something happen to it because I was busy facing a vendetta."
Anthony
"A fair answer, it's not hard to see why this place means a lot to you. Very peaceful, a nice respite from the usual day-to-day routine I'm used to, and probably the same for the pilgrims here. I've never been very religious, but still, it is a sacred place. I think I've spent enough time here, don't want to overstay my welcome, so I will make my way back home."

*Rodric pushed up onto his hooves and stretched his arms a bit, visibly satisfied and still calmed by the magic of the sanctuary. He looked around one last time, pausing to stare at the Eldergleam, watching over the entire cave. He didn't think he would forget it, not for a long while, and then as he stepped away he turned back to Crag.*

"Thank you kinsman, I won't soon forget your hospitality and wisdom. But I must go, the life I live at home is a demanding one. Perhaps we will meet again."
Donald
"Safe travels to you, brother. I pray you have fair weather along your journey." He says, bowing his head, "Oh, I have a gift for you," He says, reaching into his bag, "It should prove to be a useful boon," He takes out a scroll, "It's a scroll of Call Lurcher." He says, "It will call a Lurcher to your aid, large beings of wood. And it would be quite ironic if you used it against the Forsworn, as some clans are known to use them, but do not be mistaken, the Bosmer of Valenwood used long before them."