Rebecca
"Hmm," He thinks for a moment, "I believe I remember hearing about that, word gets around, especially about odd happenings." He says, "I don't feel the comradery of a lot of the others. Probably my lack of zeal and righteous fury. I take a more peaceful approach. 'Oh you're letting the gray skins get away with it', 'oh they're playing you for a fool', 'the only cure they deserve is death'. It's annoying."
Thomas
"I've met a Dunmer once... He had a funny hat. He and I talked a lot about Azura... One of those gods... From what I heard she doesn't sound all that bad. I wouldn't worship her... But she doesn't sound evil like the rest of them. Some people look at things with tinted goggles. The only way is the right way... There is ley way or an expanded door. It's one, small, and very stubborn door. Your group means well, there are some foul daedric gods out there with foul followers kneeling before their feet. Yet... Not all of them deserve death... They need someone to take those goggles off... Help them... Guide them... Sometimes a sword isn't always the answer." Siegwind gave his thoughts.
Rebecca
"Most other Vigilants would laugh at you, or call you a heretic. Heck some might even try to put you to the sword!" He says with a laugh, "I'm hoping to be the one without the goggles, but it's really hard when the Vigilants recruit from within the Silver Hand." He scoffs, "Those damn bastards are little more than bandits." He says, "Killing indiscriminately with little thought as to what the person there could be going through. I give it as much thought as I can, if I truly believe the person I am facing requires death. And if I believe they do I give them the honor of proper funeral rites."
Thomas
"I've had to slay a few Silver Hand. It was some time ago, a cold night. I was simply wandering the main road to Solitude, I've had taken interest into one of their brews that only seemed to be served there, but that's besides the point. A woman came running out of the woods, her clothes in tatters and barely covering herself. I gave her a blanket, I presumed she was fleeing from bandits. But there were not, men dawned in armor and wielding silver blades soon came after her.

They demanded I hand her over. Saying she was a werewolf, which was true. However, the woman said she lived alone. Far from any civilized areas so she could be left alone and not harm anyone when she had the unfortunate time to turn. They didn't care, they saw her nothing more than an animal to be put down. I however now a liar, she was not lying. The fear in her eyes, the tears were all real. She didn't want to die and she didn't want to hurt anyone. Not willingly anyways...

With no other choice, I would not stand idlely by while they dragged her away or if they planned to cut her down there. I stood my ground and defended the Redguard. It was a tough fight, some of them tried to go for the girl but they mistaked my will to protect those I deem worth protecting. I had to kill them all, despite many times I've offered them to yield and run back to their fort. They wanted to butcher than woman so badly... They were willing to die... It made me sick in my stomach... That people are willing to go to that level of hatred." He told a tale.

There was a bit of silence.

"But the woman is doing well and has been doing extensive research on curing her disease. I didn't think such a thing was possible but she is hard at work trying to get rid of the danger that plagues her. She however offered me a promise that I must' keep." He added.