"I know... things you want to know," Elanour's tone was a little less proud and a little more pleading now, as the adventurers began their council. "Where my - the bandits camp, how many they number, their password... let me go free and I'll tell you all I know, and then I'll go far far away and you'll never see me again." She looked at Oriana and Adelise in particular. "I'm not like the others at all! You too are of noble blood, so you understand, right?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile Lawrence was coming back around. He sighed as he looked over at his wife only for her to pointedly ignore him and start moving the unclaimed gear into storage. "The way I see it," he began voicing his opinion, "we have few choices, none of which are good. We let this bandit go, and she rides back to her friends and then we get a return visit. We take her to the law for justice and she's headed straight for the hangman's noose. Might be the best thing we can do for her is to grant her a quick death and a quiet grave. It would be more than what the other poor bastards got, and more than her kind deserves."