Phyllis
"You act like I haven't met any Telvanni before." He says with a chuckle, "But there's a reason there's a stereotype around them." He puts the amulet on, "Hopefully this will guard us from the memory effects. Now to that Temple."
Douglas
"Hopefully."

*She began walking. It wasn't too far from here.*

"I'm dreading that this ends up being a bigger issue than we're ready to deal with..."
Phyllis
"Judging by how things have been going." He smirks, "It will be." He looks up at the rocky terrain ahead, "Odd location to put a Temple."
Douglas
"Have you seen some of those old Nordic ruins? Labrynthian? Some of them are almost hidden... Ancient nords just seemed to like doing this."
Phyllis
"Never been to Skyrim. I don't plan on it unless I need to." He says, "It's too damn cold for my taste. I can barely stand the cold in Solstheim." He chuckles, "It's nothing like Morrowind."
Douglas
"It is too cold... But there's a beauty in seeing colors other than gray and red."

*She looked out towards the West. Back to her... Home. She wouldn't admit that.*
Phyllis
"The Grazelands were quite beautiful." He says, "I haven't been back to Vvardenfell since the Red Year, though, I hope they're as beautiful as they were before."
Douglas
"Doubt it..."

*They were approaching the temple. The sounds of tools hitting stone filled their ears.*