Kressle nodded at Silas. "Yes, drink is for the Stag Lord's exclusive use, on pain of death."<br/><br/>She turned towards Adelise. "The river is close by, just south of here. There is a ford shallow enough to be crossed - or to bathe in. And a word, huntress to huntress? I hold no grudge against you for besting me. Nor should you hold it against me. It is unseemly of a huntress."<br/><br/>Finally, she addressed Lydia. "I have answered your questions. And by ageless sky and Nyrissa who watches over the trees, I swear upon spear and tooth and claw, to follow the leader of the pack. Now I shall know, what you will do with me, and my remaining men."