Rebecca
The daedrat skitters from his arm onto his hand, "It thinks I'm a mortal!" He says to the rat, with an unsettling laugh, "Is it not obvious?" He says tapping on his horns, "I'm a Dremora. I work for Peryite." He laughs when she asks if he's sick, he laughs *A lot*, as he concludes laughing, he speaks, "Have you never seen a Dremora?" He asks, looking her up and down
Roderick
„I have not- Its most strange to see someone like you." *She said poking at his horns* „Peryite you say? Pestilence eh? I never understood how the uninitiated would turn to such a fate. There seems to be no benefit"
Rebecca
"I do not choose who I work for, I was born into the role." He says, "Some see the disease as a blessing, and those who accept his blessings are granted resistance to the malady's more ... Lethal effects. Others see the diseases as a great equalizer, a symbol of true, natural order." He adds, "Many who worship Peryite see me as a... Prophet, the 'Plaguebearer'," He says with disdain in his voice, "It takes everything in my power to keep those madmen in the Reach from following me everywhere I go, they're quite annoying."
Roderick
*She nods taking in his words* „I say that sounds like something we tend to doing," *She shrugs* „We cling onto things to give us certainty in this strange world. Laws, books, gods- whatever it may be. But if you truly are an agent of the daedra... How do you even come across the commonfolk? You would be attacked on sight in the towns and villages."