"Oh what a bloody Samaritan, you are." Adelise said, voicing her clear disapproval of the rogue's course of action." She sighed and took another swig of the whiskey, neither staring nor averting her eyes from the naked woman. She'd gotten a chuckle out of teasing Oriana, but now just seemed a little sullen, irate with the concept of dragging a filthy bandit around with them. Sure, she had no desire to kill any more than she had to, but she also was not fond of the idea of having this woman around. She let out a loud, frustrated sigh before speaking again. "Your responsibility, rogue, will mean very little to me when my throat is slit in the night. If we must take that whore with us, you will keep her restrained when we sleep. If I catch her out and about in the middle of the night, I will cut her down without hesitation. She has preyed on the weak, and the helpless. I do not care how dignified she holds herself, she is naught but a common bandit to my eyes. And I am not fond of giving her an army. A knight does not treat with bandits, she slays them."<br/><br/>She then went about gathering her belongings, including her new lance and her share of the coin, before saddling back up onto Memento, looking at the others, before adding, "If you are all done ogling her, I would depart, and find somewhere to bathe, I am hot, sweaty and covered in my own blood." She looked towards Kressle as she mentioned that last part, the sharp object nearly piercing her heart no doubt lending itself to her disdain for the woman, but eventually, spoke again, still looking at her, "If you know of a good spot for that, speak. And know that if you mislead me, my patience for your presence is already running dangerously short."