Adelise joined the others for their meal and quietly listened to them speak, while enjoying what was quite possibly the last bit of proper, home cooked food she'd have for quite a while. But such luxuries were not to be expected in the live of a cavalier. They had a general tendency to be where the danger, not the soup, was most thick. Still, these luxuries were appreciated when they arrived, and Adelise made no attempt to disguise her gratitude to Horo and her husband for the fine bit of civilization and hospitality they had offered. She listened to both the talk of strategy, and the idle chatter that followed, and did not interrupt until her meal had been properly finished, and washed down with a healthy swig of that rich, dark brew. As much as she was thankful for the food, she adored the drink more. She'd always been fond of strong, dark beers, the lighter beers some brewed did little but make her cringe at the taste, but a good hearty dark beer was always refreshing and welcomed to her. Once she set her mug down, she weighed in on the conversation herself, "I agree, Silas. We want to take one who's more concerned with his own skin than loyalty. The base grunts don't get payed enough to be loyal when its not convenient. As long as they know the location of the camp, which any idiot with them should, we'll be able to get work with it." She hesitated for a brief moment, before adding, "Though, if possible, I would prefer to try reasoning with them, handling this without doing anything... extreme. Still, I am a knight, not a paladin. The way I see it, if roughing up a bandit protects the innocent, I'm not crossing my vows. Skirting them, perhaps, but... well, I can live with that."<br/><br/>She reached to her mug and took another drink of her beer, finishing it off before placing it back down on her table and thinking to herself for a moment. She pondered on the strategy, working over how things would play out. No plan survives first contact with the enemy, that is true, yet still it helps to at least HAVE a plan. What they had worked out so far seemed like a good enough way to go, but she thought it over just to be certain, before finally speaking, "I am no good with sneaking about. They'd hear my armor clanging long before we got the gates shut. I think perhaps you should focus on that task yourself, Silas, if you think you can get it done. Orianna can serve a distraction, while... mayhap there is a place I could lay in ambush, the moment the doors are shut, we strike them all at once, hit them hard and fast before they realize we're there. As for Lydia... She turned to face the half-elf before continuing, "I suppose its up to you, whether you would assist Silas in closing the gates, or simply lay in wait like me. Ideally, I'd say we should keep movement to a minimum. The less people we have running about, the less likely the enemy will notice our presence until we wish them to."