Adelise followed behind her companions, walking, rather than riding, with a fairly largely-built and powerful steed in tow. She apparently prescribed to a different school of thought concerning fashion that Silas, as her frame was fairly well obscured by a suit of scale mail. On her back was a heavy shield of steel, bearing the sign of the Order of the Shield. At her hip, rested a well-cared for longsword, nothing special upon inspection, but it was obvious even from a cursory glance that she cared for the blade, as she knew it meant the difference between victory and death. As she saw the visage of the trading post rise up before them, she looked at her horse and gave it a little smile before reaching up to take hold of the horse's reigns, and pulled herself up onto its back, speaking as she landed, "Come, Memento, we fall behind!"<br/><br/>With that she began to ride forward to catch up with her companions, just in time time to hear their banter going forth. She chuckled as she heard it, glad their group seemed to, if nothing else, at least avoid hating each-other outright. Little was less an enjoyable prospect than being stuck on a journey into the wilderness with a bunch of people arguing the entire time and giving each-other the evil eye when it came time to camp. "Well, as much as I can confidently say that I have never quite had such well-prepared... warmed... rations... I am certainly glad at the prospect of actual food for a change."<br/><br/>She then took a position where she could stand watch over her companions, the added height from being atop Memento allowed her greater vantage point to stand guard. She didn't particularly expect trouble so soon in their travels, but a good knight didn't just assume things would go safely, they stood watch and ensured such, through vigilance. Though the rumble in her stomach may have served to ruin her valiant, heroic image for a moment, she seemed not to deign to acknowledge it, as much as her stomach desperately craved some hot, home cooked food. She knew this would likely be the last time they'd have a touch of civilization such as this for a good long while, and hoped they'd be able to relax and enjoy it. Though she was not the sort to relax easily until she was confident an orc spear wouldn't strike her, or others, in the head the moment she sat down to fill her stomach.