"<strong>Mercy</strong>" Silas responded to Oriana, "<strong>is not something we can afford to give at this time.</strong>"<br/><br/>Silas folded his arms as he explained his reasoning, gesticulating with his free hand every so often to make his point, "<strong>let's take Adelise's idea. We give her some food, shove her out into the wilds, then what? Even if she did change, civilization is far away, we'd have to give her an awfully large amount of provisions and gear to keep her going. No</strong>" Silas looked back at their captive, his expression judgmental, "<strong>we'd be giving her enough food and provisions to go back to the bandits. And we'll have given her more than just food; we'll have given her information. How many of us are there? What are our fighting styles? Hell, you even gave your <em>name and bloodline</em> to her. Now instead of killing us all, they'll want to capture you</strong>" He motioned towards Adelise, "<strong>and believe me, your maidenhood won't survive long around folks like this.</strong>"<br/><br/>Composing himself, Silas shook his head, "<strong>This is a bridge we can cross later. We've still got to interrogate her, gauge her sincerity, and check out the sites she tells us of.</strong>"<br/><br/><em><strong>Although having her work off her debts might be a good compromise...</strong></em><br/><br/>Apparently that bridge arrived sooner than expected, barely after Silas finished giving his case the bandit began to plead her own, perhaps sensing her mortality. Lawrence gave the idea of just killing Eleanor, but that was to be expected from the owner of an Outpost besieged by bandits, "<strong>You're not in a position to make deals</strong>" Silas harshly declared to the captive.