Jora Windstalker
Jora slammed her hands down on the table, making the whole thing shake. It was obvious she was a lot stronger than she looked. "I don't pretend to know what the hell the silver hand have done to you in the past. I don't know why you care that she killed a bunch of werewolves, but I'll be damned if I see the harbinger of the companions go in to a rage at this woman who obviously came to you for help, and possible refuge. so she affiliated with this obviously devious group. She even stated that she was taken after he parents were killed at age 8. She was god damned honest with you, and I could tell she knew what that honesty might get her. What, would you rather have had her lie about her past? I may not be a companion, and I may never be, but I'll be damned if you condemn someone for their past, and not judge them on their present deeds. So far, she's been honest, hasn't obviously killed anyone since getting here, and sought you out, because obviously she's done something to upset this Silver Hand... So before you go in to another rage.. I suggest you think long and hard about the fact that she knew what could happen by coming here, and came here anyway despite the trouble she may get in to. And I'll be damned honest with you. I don't care if your also the god damned High King. If you so much as come at her again, I'll put you in your place. I've seen bandits with more tact than you." She said pulling her hand up, and drawing her swords, obviously ready to back up her talk.