Gloria
*A panicked look crossed her face and she looked up at him.* "Wait, wait, you can't just leave me here like this! You have to untie me! And we are not heretics! My mother is a priestess of Auri-el! We follow the gods! We follow the old ways. You have no right to call us heretics!"
Kenneth
His ears drooped upon hearing the girl's pleas and he turned to face the sound of her voice. "I.. Endelor, we can't just leave her here, not like this. It's not right. Heretic or not, she's one of *Us."*
John
He throws a knife, perfectly hitting the ropes but not her, letting out a dramatic harumph, "You worship a Daedra, I don't care if your mother was a priestess, there's daedric worship in your ranks." He tosses a book onto the ground in front of her, it's a crude copy of Night of Tears by Dranor Seleth, the handwriting is legible, but not the best, "Read up, and maybe when you have time read what Azura did to the Chimer."