Alice
*Rodric wandered through the forest, a newcomer to the area and astounded by what he saw and- more importantly- smelled. The air seemed warmer than the Reach, the trees were more frequent and towered over those he'd seen otherwise, and the smells were countless. Plants, animals, the odd stench of brimstone, it all came to his senses at once and was almost overpowering. But as he made his way some distance from the main road, he followed one smell in particular, the smell of warm blood on the wind. When he came into the clearing, it became more apparent that it was merely a hawk hunting for food. He didn't pay it much mind as he continued through the clearing, shaking the ground a bit with each step.*
Troy
The hawk peaks its head up, seeing the large figure approaching, and flies into the woods, after a moment you can hear something in the woods, the sound of magic echoing, followed by heavy footsteps
Maria
"Hail, I was not expecting to see another child of Morihaus-Breath-of-Kyne in these lands." The strange minotaur says, "What brings you here, brother." The minotaur speaks gently, as if he is being careful not to disturb the plants
Alice
"What...?"

*Rodric had a look on his face that hadn't been there for a long time: complete and utter surprise. Not once in his forty years of life had he ever seen another minotaur, let alone talk to one. So for another of his kind to suddenly appear during his travels, hailing him as a brother, it felt... Satisfying, relieving, intriguing, exciting. It was hard to describe in perfect words how he felt about this moment, but it could only be positive.*

"You are... A minotaur. Ha-hah, by the Nine you are a *Minotaur!* Well met, kinsman!"

*Rodric's shock abruptly changed to joy and he began laughing heartily. Years of worry for loneliness faded with the knowledge that he wasn't the only one of his kind in Skyrim. Even so, he still spoke much like a Nord would, especially how he referred to the stranger.*
Maria
Crag also had a look of surprise, to his knowledge he was the only minotaur in Skyrim till today, although another minotaur was quite the welcomed surprise,

"You speak of the Nine, and you speak like a native. Were you not a member of a Clan?" He inquires. *This minotaur is quite odd*, he'd think to himself, *There's something about him...*

Crag's appearance is also quite unique, he has the horns of a bull, wrapped in vine, and is covered in leathers, stitched with sinew and vine, he walks with a limp, as his left hoof is missing, replaced with a mossen peg leg. He leans on his staff a lot
Alice
"Clans? What clans? I-I'm sorry, but I do not know what you're talking about friend. And, well, I can't exactly help how I speak."

*Rodric's appearance was similar and different. Fur and leather bound by hide cord and belts, fur gloves, hide pants- from head to toe he was covered in the fruits of his hunts. While slightly shorter than Crag even with the missing hoof, he seemed broader and bulkier with the shape of his muscles somewhat showing through his clothes. Large horns, thick skin, the head of an ox or bull- he otherwise looked like a typical minotaur.*
Maria
"Clans, they are our families... Unless you weren't from Cyrodiil. Were you raised here? That'd explain why you speak like a Nord." He's only pondering. He doesn't think about the furs Rodric wears, as he also wears plenty of furs, it's a necessity given the cold climate, "There's something else about you... I can't quite put my finger on it, there's a look in your eye, like you're starving..."
Alice
"Yes and no... My old man raised me here, but he found me in Cyrodiil somewhere. Never found who my real parents were, whoever or wherever they are."

*He didn't think of his parents often- not the reclusive old farmer that raised him as his own flesh and blood. He owed his life to Adlof, but his actual flesh and blood left him there. Where were they now? Were they even still alive? It was a long shot that this stranger even knew them. What was the point anyways? Wouldn't it be funny if they could see him now. Wouldn't it be funny if they left him because they knew what he was. Or maybe he was weak and they just left him, tried again for a stronger child.*

"I wouldn't know what you're referring to. I don't talk to folks that often. Better I keep to myself, unfortunately my...*Our*...Kind isn't looked on favorably. The Forsworn don't make it easier, either."
Maria
"Yes, many, especially the Forsworn, wish to hunt us, our horns are used in alchemy a lot. It's worse in Cyrodiil, it's as though the Allessian Order never died." He says, "I've found people who do not care that I am a minotaur, though, at the Eldergleam Sanctuary, they see me as a guardian and a priest." He gestures east, toward where the Sanctuary would, "It is a holy place, a connection to Kyne herself."
Alice
"Truly incredible. If you don't mind... Could you tell me more of our kind? Of this Eldergleam Sanctuary, the Alessian Order, this 'Morihaus' person... Oh, how could I almost forget. I am Rodric. Rodric Heavy-Hand. Who are you, kinsman?"

*If there was any doubt as to Rodric's upbringing, it was probably gone by now. The speech of a Nord, the mannerisms of a Nord, and the name of a Nord.*
Maria
"It would be a long conversation." He says, waving his hand, green and gold light emanating from his hand, healthy barken roots coming from the ground, vines and moss creeping over them. The roots are strong and thick, one is behind Crag, the other behind Rodric, Crag sits on his, "Please, sit, we have much to discuss. My name is Crag, some know me as the Shaman of the Woods."