Annette
Vagrohl Otis
Grand Stead

A smile flickered across the Vagrohls face at the muttered words, but he didn't respond to them. Like most people in the Witherlands, his new friend assumed the answers could be found through discussion when the best answers came in the silent whispers of the wind. 

"I am the Vagrohl to House Carter." He corrected gently, turning around with a knowing chuckle. "So you can keep your coin." Otis's eyes locked onto Caius and he continued. "You said you seek reassurance. But my questions is about what. If you truly did not know what the visions meant you would be seeking interpretation, not reassurance. Tell me, what was your own interpretation about what you saw?"
Mary
Caius Batten
Grand Stead 

As the Vagrohl turned Cauis tried to hide the flash of embarrassment that shot through him. His eyes met the old man's once more, but he found it hard to keep his gaze. That piercing blue bothered him, no mater how hard he tried to shake the feeling. 

"Vagrohl... The first old man I meet at the side of a road and he's the Vagrohl of House Carter." He let out a laugh, trying to mask the discomfort and embarrassment. 

"You certainly speak like one, that's for certain. What I seek reassurance about is that visions near death and the dreams that follow is simply that. Hallucinations and dreams. As for interpretation... I don't think I've got that far yet. If it's nothing, no need to delve deeper into it."
Annette
Vagrohl Otis
Grand Stead

"Perhaps it was fate." Otis replied simply. He had spent many dawns outside Grand Steads gates alone listening for the whispers of the Frozen Gods or contemplating their teachings. Throughout the years of his service to House Carter his early morning contemplations had been interupted five times, each an opportunity for him to share his wisdom or learn from a weary traveler. Otis believed the current interaction would have the same value. 

His eyes lit with amusement when the man said he spoke like a Vagrohl. *'Do we all sound the same?'* It was possible, he supposed, given they were broken and built back up upon the words, teachings, and promises of the Frozen Gods. However, each Vagrohl was still unique - a gift in return for their dedication. 
"If you think it is nothing then this journey is for naught. You clearly believe it means something. What did you see?"