Oriana paced restlessly behind Silas, a worried frown tugging at the corners of her mouth as the inquisition began. She let the others repeat her questions from before, wringing her hands, running her fingers though her hair, anything to release the nervous energy building up. Her spirits lifted bit by bit as, after some initial resistance, each of the bandit's answers came quickly and seemed reasonable. Even with the Olegs' (understandable) refusal to houes a repentant bandit, she was confident they'd be able to come to some sort of arrangement that didn't amount to spilling more blood.<br/><br/>Until Silas spoke.<br/><br/>"<strong>I-...W-what? Are you sure?</strong>" she stammered, stopping in her tracks. Her stomach seemed to tie itself into knots, but she knew her own trust in Eleanor's words didn't amount to much. She'd caught enough former flings in lies to know she couldn't see one coming a mile away. She sighed, looking heartbroken as she circled around the table. As she walked her fingers traced a series of arcane symbols and she dejectedly mumbled a few words before coming to a stop behind the bandit.<br/><br/>She placed her hand on the girl's shoulder, the crestfallen look on her face suddenly replaced by a chipper smile. "<strong>Now now, I'm sure she wouldn't lie to us! You're probably just making her nervous with that awful scowl of yours. Will you come speak with me in private for a moment Eleanor?"</strong><strong></strong>