To the victor goes the spoils, and the spoils of this victory were being thoroughly pilfered by the unsavory rogue. Rooting through the piles of goods and cooling bodies of the bandits, Silas came out of the entire thing 50 gold richer, along with a particular luxury he was not expecting; alcohol. Holding two of the bottles by their necks, he checked the vintage, held them up to the light to inspect the color, and smiled as he saw that, yup, it was good-looking whiskey, "<strong>well, will you look at this!</strong>" Silas said cheerfully, hefting the bottles towards the group as though raising some great bounty, "<strong>they got some damn good alcohol here! All we need is a few snacks and a couple whores and we'd have ourselves a grand old time.</strong>" As he mentioned the part about whores, Silas looked at their new captive.<br/><br/>When Eleanor described Kressle as being attractive, she wasn't kidding. The woman had a tantalizing figure; full lips, large breasts, wide child-bearing hips, her hourglass figure was meaty in areas with muscle, but all it did was enhance her decidedly Amazonian figure,<em><strong>what was that I said back at Olegs?</strong></em>Silas thought as he brought back some of the goods to the group,<em><strong>Ah yes, Kressle's mine... Well, time to break this girl in.</strong></em><br/><br/>As Lydia questioned the woman, Silas eyed her up before noticing the glint of<em>something</em>on her hip, "<strong>What's this?</strong>" Silas questioned, crouching next to the woman as their archer continued to question the lieutenant. The blade Kressle wore was as ornate as it was beautiful; the grip was ivory, as far as Silas could tell, the blade faintly curved and inlaid with gleaming scrollwork that did little to damage the blade's integrity. In fact, as Silas inspected the edge he noted it was far more sharp than any of his daggers, so with a satisfied grunt he took her scabbard and claimed the blade for himself.<br/><br/>When Kressle mentioned boar hunting Silas couldn't help but give an amused chortle, "<strong>what, and you assumed our beautiful colleague there was a razorback?</strong>" He thumbed towards Adelise without breaking his gaze on the woman, "<strong>look, Kressle, we know who you are, we know <em>what</em> you are, and I think everyone here knows what the penalty for both is.</strong>" Silas got up, looking to the party as he nodded towards Kressle, addressing the bandit and group both, "<strong>however I think we should see if you deserve a second chance; girls, what say we take Kressle back to Oleg's and figure out a use for her?</strong>"