<em><strong>Well isn't this a turn of events, looks like the world is full of bastards.</strong></em><br/><br/>Silas could do nothing but stand and observe the unraveling of histories before him. All these names, all these titles... This party was old in honor indeed, leaving Silas and Lydia somewhat left out. Deciding it'd be best for the Bastards to have their own conversation without any common-blood to intrude, Silas turned to Lydia, "<strong>there are plenty of blades to go around back at the Outpost, doubt any of 'em are cursed to boot, who'd actually take a cursed blade to a routine shakedown?</strong>"<br/><br/>Seeing no point in holding an impromptu meeting in the middle of nowhere, Silas and the rest of the gang got onto their horses and returned to the Outpost, bandit in tow. The ride to Oleg's was still uncomfortable, but it was nowhere near as bad as the chase. The strung up corpses however made for a positively gruesome sight, Silas couldn't keep his eyes away from them as they approached the Outpost,<strong><em>three of 'em strung up, and poor Eleanor might soon be joining them.</em></strong><br/><br/>Making it back to the Outpost, Silas was able to slip off his horse with a little more grace this time, buckling neither leg as he landed deftly. Smiling at this minor success, he went over to the victory pile to pick through the spoils as he listened to Lawrence identify Eleanor, "<strong>I'll just be taking these...</strong>" Silas murmured, pocketing 20 gold coins and weighing a potion in one hand before tying it to his belt. Silas also picked up two of the rations, opening the wrapping to get a look (and sniff) at the contents within before hearing Eleanor make a plea for her life.<br/><br/>Eleanor's voice may have been soft-spoken, but the words she spoke screamed her concern. Silas couldn't help but feel a tinge of pity for her as he bagged the rations, and not simply due to her predicament; by rights Silas should be strung up on that tree with the rest of them, holding his tongue on that fact would do wonders for his life expectancy. For the bandit girl, however... He'll just have to see what her would-be savior has to say on the matter.