Taking a sip of his own mug of dark beer, Silas listened in to what Lydia and Adelise had to say. At the Cavalier's implication that Silas may not be up for the job, Silas gave her a mock shocked face as he put a hand to his chest, "<strong>I'm almost hurt Adelise, I can always get it done. After all</strong>" he gave a chuckle, "<strong>what else would I be doing if not slitting throats?</strong>"<br/><br/>Finishing the rest of his brew, Silas put the mug on the table before softly drumming his fingers against the wooden surface, "<strong>there'll be no need for a trial</strong>" Silas asserted, "<strong>kill 'em where they stand, or where they lay. All a trial would do is waste valuable time shoving their heads on spikes outside the entrance.</strong>"<br/><br/><strong><em>And besides, if this dusky woman's still alive by the end of the battle, I might be able to have a bit o' fun with her before the end. Been a while since I've had any sort of release.</em></strong>