<div class="floatleft">(http://i1087.photobucket.com/albums/j480/Erion2451/Class_ElfCleric_zpsxxoglzod.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Silaqui Siannodel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266718.msg13167949#msg13167949)</span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Spells/day: Lv 1: 2<br/><br/>Lv 0: Guidance, Thaumaturgy, Sacred Flame<br/>Lv 1: Bless, Cure Wounds, Guiding Bolt, Healing Word, Sanctuary, Divine Favor, Shield of Faith</div></div><hr/><br/>Silaqui relaxed, her hand coming off her sword's hilt, as soon as she realized Tenber was attempting to be honest.  She still felt that he should hold to his word.  A man with his experience, a master of a caravan, should know how many guards he would need for any given section of his caravan's journey - one she assumed he took annually, or bi-annually.  A man who was ultimately responsible for everyone under his charge, guard and caravaner alike, displayed a complete lack of loyalty and responsibility by abandoning and stranding people in an isolated hamlet weeks from any other civilization.  Much like a shepherd and his flock, leaving a few in the cold was as good as leaving them to the wolves.<br/><br/>The elf sipped the ale, her tastebuds growing numb to the less than tasteful swill.  She felt a small bit of regret for her words.  Perhaps she had said too much.  Though, whether the dwarf paid them adequately for the work provided or not, he was still dishonest.  She didn't recall any talk of being abandoned halfway through.  What type of merchant didn't try to, at the very least, renegotiate at the first sign that things weren't going as planned?  How long had Halfaxe known he was going to take this action?  Before they had left their last destination, before they had left civilization well behind?  Had the fear of the road, these last few weeks, kept him from being rational, or was his bookkeeping so poor that he only discovered his error on the trip here?<br/><br/>Regardless, her words had been gentle compared to what she would've said in private.  Whether Halfaxe believed he was "doing the right thing" or not, he had no honor, his word meant nothing for he was an untrustworthy sought who played with people's lives as if they mattered less than a bag of coins.<br/><br/>Geiron's and Kayanna's departure from the table simply made her think that they were as unsatisfied as she had been.  Though, the half-orc seemed more emotional than she would have expected from an intellectual of his caliber.  It simply illustrated how little she actually knew of the other races.  Her people's histories were rife with tales of human and dwarven dishonesty, and the scriptures of her order depicted, at length, the savagery of the orcs.  Half-orcs, it seemed, were something completely different.  Much like half-elves, she thought, more human than not.<br/><br/>Finally, she gently lifted her fork from where it rested, upon the side of her bowl, and returned to her stew.  She remained vigilant, despite any appearance to the contrary.  The Red Company was still around, as was the dwarf, and she had likely offended both.  Her attention, however, was more focused on the remainder of the tale of apple seedlings which turned to gold, or some such nonsense.