Indifference would be an apt word to describe what Silas was feeling as Adelise and Oriana led Eleanor away to be executed, and following the beheading it would still be equally relevant. While Adelise was busy beheading the bandit bitch, Silas was busy polishing his sword, more upset with the bloody death of the bandit leader some time before than the probably bloodier death of the bandit woman outside Oleg's walls; the bandit leader almost ruined his sword. Death wasn't something that fazed the former bandit, he had already popped that maidenhead long ago.<br/><br/>It seemed however a new experience for the band's Sorceress, Silas was quick to notice. While he was busy going over half-drawn maps of the lands with Lawrence or gleaning tidbits on the finer points of cooking from Horo, Oriana was anxious and fidgety, like a spring wound up too tight with no source of release. It was unhealthy behavior to be sure, stress that might lead to problems later on in their journeys. Silas only hoped she would find some way to relieve herself before anyone got hurt.<br/><br/>Oriana came to him as he was busy looking over a poorly drawn map of the Greenbelt, the parchment kept in place by a few stones set on its corners. Oriana was concerned about bandits prowling the forests which flanked the Outpost, offering to let her bobcat flush them out... But there was something else in her voice, something she hardly tried to conceal. Although Silas had an inkling as to her purpose of getting him alone, he wanted to play the game and see just where it led.<br/><br/>Looking down at her with his icy blue eyes, Silas couldn't help but give a grin at her behavior, "<strong>I didn't know we were saying 'please' to hunt bandits</strong>" Silas dryly noted, moving his gaze from Oriana to her familiar, "<strong>though I figure Tsoni here</strong>" he started, kneeling to eye level with the beast before rubbing her furry head, sable-tipped ear to sable-tipped ear, "<strong>needs some time to hunt</strong>" looking back up at her master, he finished with a hint of playful teasing in his tone as he got back up, "<strong>gotta find some way to sate that primal itch, after all.</strong>"<br/><br/>After saddling up two horses and announcing his temporary leave to the rest of the group, Silas led the pair to the gate before mounting his own steed, waiting for Oriana to join him.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>For a peanut gallery of the pair's escapades, refer to this thread! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173057.0)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Outpost heard him before they saw him. Whistling a jaunty tune as he arrived, Silas rode into the Outpost with all the exuberant swagger of a victorious conqueror. Although he did not say what caused this pleasant demeanor, the grin on his face and twinkle in his eye spoke volumes on what he was doing while away from the Outpost.<br/><br/>After unsaddling his horse and returning the steed to the stable, Silas strode back to the table, the maps and the rest of the party, inquiring as to what he had missed. After getting a recap from Lawrence on who, and what to look out for, the Rogue grew silent as he looked over the maps and figures still strewn about on the table, revealing little of the Greenbelt beyond the fact there was little to know, "<strong>We'll get to Bokken when we'll get to him</strong>" Silas said, waving away the idea of dealing with some mad hermit for tinctures they'll only need later. For now at least, they needed to get the lay of the land, "<strong>We could explore the woodlands over here</strong>" Silas stated, tapping the uncharted forests to the southwest on the map, "<strong>although I'm <em>thinking</em> that it might be a better idea to explore the grasslands here</strong>" he tapped the plains to the southeast. Looking up at everyone gathered near the table, he inquired to both everyone gathered there and no one in particular, "<strong>Thoughts?</strong>"