For Adelise and Lydia the chase must have been breathtaking; cold wind biting at your cheeks, the ground rolling beneath you and a strong horse working in unison with it's rider, it's the kind of thing you'd read about in those adventure novels the nobility and merchant classes are so fond of. For Silas the chase was far less glamorous. The initial burst of speed from the Rogue's horse was more than enough to convince him to keep to a more manageable trot, one reason being he lacked any sort of rider's equipment to stay firmly in the saddle, and the other reason being an uncomfortable seating left his crotch in a less than enjoyable position (and even at trot, it wasn't pretty.)<br/><br/><em><strong>yeah yeah you get the glory now</strong></em>Silas dully thought as Oriana overtook him, herself in a trot but clearly in better control of her animal. For the next hour his whole world seemed to devolve into the rhythmic pounding of hooves, the dull ache of his groin and a palette of greens, blues and browns in front of him. Eventually Silas caught up to the chase, rather, the aftermath of it. The bandit had dismounted and raised her hands in defeat, Adelise barking orders to remove her weapons and prepare to return to the trading post, "<strong>well what do we have here?</strong>" Silas said as he trotted closer to the scene, leering down at the woman as his eyes went from her face to the bandaged wound. Silas was not particularly surprised at how young she was; most bandits started young, Silas at a younger age than this lass probably did. If Silas was the caring sort he would've even felt empathy for the bandit, after all barely a month ago Silas was doing the same things she was, it could've been<em>him</em>with an arrow in the gut, surrounded by hostile individuals who want nothing more than to sling you up on the nearest tree.<br/><br/>"<strong>How are we going to take her back?</strong>" Silas inquired to Adelise, nodding to the bandit when he spoke of her, "<strong>I didn't bring any rope, so unless you got some we can't tie her up.</strong>"