Brady
A cloaked figure in expensive green finery is seen sitting next to the door of the tower, drawing on a map. They're honestly quite out of place, the bright green sticking out like a sore thumb. They hear the people coming, rolling up the map and slipping it into the case on their side, they stand up, placing a map of light-gold colored their face, then place their hand on the hilt of their blade. "Who goes there!" The voice shouts
Dawn
*He almost stopped in his stride hearing a voice coming from the tower door. Seeing visibly now the man clad in green, almost angered by this*

"By Mara, state your business with my tower!"

*He spoke out, giving a glance to his new found companion to handle this more. His anxious expression saying everything, Flames ignite within his palms returning to gaze at the new face*
Susan
Mirihil stepped forward and extended her left hand out to her side. Fire, frost, and shock coalesced in her palm, radiating the rawest of power. "Hand off the sword, mate. You've got no chance if you try to attack us."

She scanned the stranger up and down, clearly a bit confused. She'd usually think they were just a bandit, but they didn't usually say things like 'Who goes there.' She gave a quick nod towards the Dunmer beside her and said, "Answer him. What're you doing here?"
Brady
When the mask went on his form seemed to blur, the edges softened, almost combining fully with the world around him. "You'll have trouble hitting me, just letting you know." He says, "And I'm not a highwayman or robber. They would've already charged at you." He keeps his hand on the hilt of his blade, he's not going to put his trust in the strangers just yet, especially when they're threatening him with magic, "I'm an explorer and map maker, and this tower isn't exactly hard to miss. It's an efficient landmark."
Dawn
*Erandur gritted his teeth, show a bit of anger. Not attempting to be a threatening*

"We don't have time for this, standby and let me into my tower. We have business to attend too, immediately."

*He asked, more like a begging tone. The tension was so intense it felt like the cold wasn't even there, like the air had been too dense to even breathe... What will our adventures do*
Susan
Mirihil narrowed her eyes at Damien, but ultimately believed him. She brought up her hand a bit and let the magic in her palm dissipate into the cold wind. 

"You heard him. Dawnstar's under Vaermina's gaze, and this tower is apparently the center of her influence here. Not exactly the place for a cartographer."

She crossed her arms and looked Damien up and down for a moment before saying smugly, "Also, I absolutely could've hit you."
Brady
"I'm not just a cartographer." He says with a chuckle, "Damien Antieve, at your service," He says with a bow, "Admiral of the Storied Envoy. Cartographer by trade, adventurer by choice. And I assure you, if you did manage to hit me with the spell, it would not have been as effective as you wanted." He tilts his head, "Vaermina you say? The Mistress of Nightmares, in Dawnstar? I knew something was amiss, I rarely have nightmares. And why is the epicenter in what you described as... *Your* Tower?"
Dawn
*The snow lightening up, but the wind still loud as ever. The Priest taking several steps forward, clearing his sore throat*

"Your concerns are understandable, but we don't have time to speak of this. My lady Mara insist I clear this tower out, I've only heard rumors of this being a Vaermina worship site.."

*He spoke, once again lying. Only thinking Mirihil being trusted enough to really know, his red Dunmer eyes stared upon the Breton. Squinting as he grunted under his breath*
Susan
Her brow furrowed and mouth fell agape as she picked through her mind. Damien Antieve—she swore she'd heard the name before. She snapped her fingers when the memory hit her and pointed to Damien as she said with a chuckle of surprise, "I think I used your maps when I first started adventuring!"

She blinked and dropped her hand, realizing this probably wasn't the time to talk about such things. Not with more suspicion brewing, anyway. "Anyway—we're wasting time. There could be some sort of ritual going on inside that we'll need to disrupt before it's completed. Priest, did Mara deign to give you any tips as to what we'll be dealing with inside?"
Brady
"Many people use my maps without knowing." He says, "I try to keep them up to date, give people an alternative to the Empire's maps." 

"I'll come along with you two. Skyrim could benefit from less daedric cults. And I'd like some nightmareless rest."
Dawn
*He bowed to the both, exhaling in relief as he stumbled to do door. Erandur stopped at the door turning to face the both*

"You two must know, years ago this temple was raided by an orc war party seeking revenge... The were being plagued by nightmares just like the people of Dawnstar.."

*He stated, looking among them. Giving a hefty sigh, his face sadden*

"The party was not successful, the priests of Vaermina knew they couldn't win... So they released what they call *"The Miasma," Putting everyone to sleep."
Susan
"And we're about to barge in and wake them all up, aren't we? Wonderful." She drawled her last word, letting out a hefty sigh. She'd have to rely on her magic to keep the Orcs at bay. "Right, well. I'm ready whenever you two are."