"We don't have homes, really. I'm kind of a hermit, lived in the Reach. And Rhajul has been with those...people for years. Both of us just need to get away from here, away from High Rock, and away from anything having to do with Clavicus Vile." Yerig answered. 

"Since you went through all of that trouble to plant that book, instead of slitting my throat in my sleep, I'm guessing your people don't have a grudge against me, specifically." Yerig reasoned. "Since you brought me back from the dead, the least I could do is join you and tell your people what I can about Vile's cult. Truth be told, though, I don't really know that much. [i]They[/i] know a lot more." He explained, gesturing around at the unconscious people around them before his gaze finally settled back on Do'rhajul. "He knows a lot more."