Maybe it was Eleanor's lies, maybe it was seeing them viciously cut down Adelise, but for whatever the reason the sorceress gave no protest when Lydia called for the death of two of the three surviving bandits. She crossed over to Adelise and Lydia, offering the knight a hand up. "<strong>Heh, glad to see you haven't gone to meet Pharasma just yet!</strong>" she said with an impish grin, though she made no effort to hide the genuine relief in her voice.<br/><br/>A troubled frown tugged at the corners of the girl's mouth as she cast her eyes over the bodies and the blood pooling beneath them. She shouldn't have put so much stock in those stupid bards' stories; they may have been vicious bastards, but she couldn't help but wonder what circumstances had lead them to this life. "May the paths you walk in the next life lead you somewhere better...." she said softly, sending a brief prayer to Desna before moving on.<br/><br/>There wasn't much of interest to Oriana among the bandits' gear, aside from the alcohol. She grabbed two bottles and her share of the gold and tucked them safely way, already looking forward to blurring the less pleasant memories of the past few days, at least for a couple hours. She didn't seem to have Silas's eye for quality; most of the time she and the other serving girls had to make do with cooking sherry or the cheap wines that inevitably made their way to the kitchens. Had she not seen more death and gore in the past three days than she had in the entire rest of her life combined she might have felt a little guilty wasting quality alcohol on her unrefined palette, but as things stood she couldn't really care less.<br/><br/>She frowned when she finished looking through the bandits' ill-gotten goods and crossed over to Kressle and the others. Hearing Lydia inquire about the furs Oriana cast a cantrip to scan for magical auras, checking the 'armor' and anything else Kressle might have. She blushed slightly when she caught herself staring at the woman's ample cleavage and tried to avert her eyes, but it was difficult to look at her at all without the gaze being drawn back towards her ample breasts. Eventually she gave up and looked away entirely, busying herself with checking the rest of the loot for magic. "<strong>Where's the ring?</strong>" she asked bluntly, forgoing her usual pleasantries and keeping her eyes focused away from Kressle. "<strong>The one taken from the nice lady at the trading post. Brass, set with a pearl.</strong>"