Shannon
It was a fair day in The Reach, or as fair is it can be in a cold climate full of Forsworn warriors. An odd purple argonian is walking along the roads, humming a tune while using his spear as a walking stick, his shield slung at his side.
Holly
The Argonian continues walking west, stopping momentarily to look around him, then continuing to walk, he seems somehow both completely carefree while also feverishly paranoid, a duality of pure opposites
Alexander
*A lovely young Breton woman dressed in the robes of the priesthood appeared on the horizon, heading along a road that would intersect with the one the Argonian was following. She wore an amulet of Mara around her neck, marking which of the Divines that she followed, and walked along, using a long staff of simple wood to help her on her way.*
Martin
*A towering creature walked through the forests of the Reach, moving quite close to where the nearest road was. This was his homeland, not in the sense that he was born here, but that he knew it very well. Indeed he was quite familiar, and so he knew of the nearby roads, and knew that his presence would likely be made known. Owing to his stature, his footsteps made quite a bit of sound, and so it was that he got within view of the road during his travel. He needn't worry about the Forsworn, of course- they seemed to avoid him, and if they didn't, well, he was still formidable. But he hadn't gone out for a fight.*
Holly
"And here I thought the rumors were false. No wonder the recruits hate patrolling here." He says, looking in the direction of the Minotaur's footsteps, "Too small to be a Giant, but too big to be any Forsworn. If it was a bear it would have tried to kill me, and last I checked mammoths don't hang out in the woods, at least without a very angry giant. Quite the conundrum" He looks over at the woman walking along the intersection, "What do you think, Priestess?" He says loudly, "Big sounds in the woods, you got any ideas?"
Alexander
*At the sound of the Argonian calling out to her, Carolentia frowned and paused. Tilting her head to the side, she inspected him, before resting a hand on her hip. She wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about, at least until she noticed the sound of the footsteps. Her delicately pointed ears pricked up and she narrowed her eyes.* "Hmmm... I'm not quite sure. But at the very least, it must be friendly. We must be within earshot of it no problem, and yet there's nothing coming to attack us."
Martin
*The footsteps became a little louder as Rodric emerged through the trees, wearing an assortment of furs and standing quite large. He narrowed his eyes a bit, looked over the two strangers, and shrugged. He started adjusting his rudimentary clothing with one of his hands and approached a little closer, just a steady pace as he had no reason to rush. Through his enhanced hearing, he was able to pick up on their conversation from a fair distance away, and he responded to it.*

"You are correct, miss. There is no need to draw your weapons, I'm not here for a fight. Well met, both of you."
Holly
"CRIKEY!" He exclaims, "You're a *Biggun*!" He continues, tilting his head, "What exactly... Are you?" He asks, "I've never seen anything quite like you, I think. Unless I have but forgot, that seems like something I'd do." He smiles, "And uh, ignore the spear, I can't exactly sheathe it."
Alexander
*The priestess bowed her head politely.* "This isn't a weapon, don't fear. Just a staff to make my travel easier. It's a pleasure to meet you, my friend." *At Speaks' outburst, she looked at him with a fair bit of confusion.* "He's a minotaur, from Cyrodiil, I assume. Have you never seen a minotaur before? They're only right over the border."
Martin
"Of course, I was merely making a gesture. I am a minotaur. But I suppose my kind are very rarely seen here, I've yet to even see one of my own in these lands. Your surprise at my appearance is not that, well, surprising to me. Anyways, it's lovely to speak to someone other than those Forsworn. Didn't take long to learn that bloodthirsty survivalists aren't good company at all, but at least they leave me alone well enough, and the ones that don't get the hint have yet to be a problem. Name's Rodric. Rodric Heavy-Hand. What about you?"

*Rodric spoke calmly through a grizzled voice, looking towards Carolenta as she seemed more understanding, on account of her recognizing his kind. He crossed his arms and snorted, getting lost in thought. It was interesting to him, how he seemed to be encountering good-hearted folk more and more often recently. And this seemed to be the first time in recent memory that he encounter someone on a simple walk, instead of during one of his many hunts. He almost humored thoughts of visiting one of those villages or cities on occasion.*
Holly
"They call me Speaks-In-Tongues, though most refer to me as just Speaks. I am a vampire hunter with the Dawnguard, I'm out here on more unofficial business, though." He says, doing a very fanciful spear flourish, slamming the butt of it on the ground, as he moves his bonemold armor scrapes against the other plates. He smiles fully, showing his teeth, which seem to be plated in silver, before doing a bow, "Pleasure to meet you, Rodric." He doesn't question the name, as he doesn't know what a 'normal' minotaur name would be