Adelise was best fighting on horseback, so she decided to take up position hidden in the stables. The bandits would likely not think twice about hearing the sound of a horse in the stables, and she could charge out when the moment was right. Little causes confusion in the ranks more than being charged by an armored rider, and if any managed to flee, she could chase them down. The night before, she seemed calm, if tense. Battle was never something she truly 'got used to', but she was a knight, not a scared child. She made a prayer to Iomedae before she slept that night, seeking her favor in their coming battle. It was mere bandits, of course, likely with more greed and ruthlessness than actual skill, but still, it was their first battle as a group, it was the first test of what they could do together. Would they stand strong, work together and overcome the enemy, or would it collapse into fevered chaos the moment the first arrow flew? So many things could not be predicted, nothing could be certain until the last blow was struck.<br/><br/>In the present, she was silent, waiting. She knew the enemy was coming, and she knew Memento was a grand steed. She would not falter in the face of battle, and neither would her rider. She had judged her companions as quite skilled in their individual crafts, but now was the time to see that come into action. For now, though, all she could do was wait.