Harrim mumbles to himself, pulling on his beard. Finally he notices you. "! Allow me to speak for those who ca

Harrim mumbles to himself, pulling on his beard. Finally he notices you. "! Allow me to speak for those who cannot protect themselves and their faith! The priests of Erastil, and the priests of the other gods – they've all turned against the ancient faiths that once flourished in the Stolen Lands, now long since passed into eternity. Their final traces are the ancient shrines and idols, which lay hid among the swamps and woods, symbols of transience and decay..."