The reduced tension in the air did much to improve Oriana's spirits (though the girls' liaison in the river had certainly helped as well.) She spent the rest of the day moving from person to person, both among her own party and their newly recruited underlings, talking, asking questions, and generally trying to smooth the transition from foes to allies. She didn't touch the food preparation with a ten-foot pole, a fact for which those she'd cooked for already where probably greatly appreciative of, but generally kept herself busy giving aid where ever needed.<br/><br/>The evening proceeded without much of note beyond the general celebration (though she couldn't help but flash a crooked grin at Lydia when she re-emerged from the brush with the rather dazzled looking bandit she'd dragged off) and, all things considered, that was probably the best possible outcome she could have asked for. She said her prayers, thanking Desna for their good fortune, and slept soundly despite being surrounded by people likely would have tried to fill her full of arrows earlier that morning, as her wounded shoulder could attest.<br/><br/>She wasn't much help with the tactics talk the next morning, content to let her more martially inclined companions take the lead in that particular discussion, though she did speak up when Silas suggested taking out some of the other bandit squads. "<strong>They could also be more potential recruits. Eliminating them takes care of the immediate problem, but aside from the bloodshed being potentially unnecessary I'm sure we'll need all the help we can get when we go after the Stag Lord himself.</strong>"<br/><br/>With the bandits (she'd have to come up with something else to think of them as soon) fully briefed, she stopped each of them shortly to say a quick prayer for safe travels and good fortune before the two groups went their separate ways. Things could have gotten unpleasant, but Oriana seemed content to pointedly ignore Silas's behavior towards the amazon.<br/><br/>As fascinating as the strange, misplaced jungle was the young sorceress was rather relieved to be back out in the more temperate areas. The noble-led guards, on the other hand, were a considerably less welcome sight. To be honest she was a little impressed that they'd shown up at all; from the way Lawrence had spoken she'd half expected Restov had no real intent to send the promised protection. Thankfully they were not far from the trading post, and the guard commander was polite enough that Oriana was able to suppress her general disdain for nobility for the last leg of the trip and avoid picking a fight, at least for now. In her moody silence she couldn't help but notice a certain unease about their shifty friend. She wasn't<em>sure</em>it had coincided with the guards' arrival, but made a mental note to do a bit of good-natured prying about it some time in the future.<br/><br/>The bussle of activity inside the old fort was a welcome surprise, and she took the excited little Gnome's tour as a welcome distraction. "<strong>Well I can't speak for my friends but I'm certainly no lady. Just Oriana will do for now, if you please.</strong>"<br/><br/>She was quite surprised that so many people had arrived in such a short time, but she was<em>good</em>with people so it was a much less daunting situation to deal with than bandits or kobolds or wicked little fey creatures. It seemed the party would be camping out under the stars unless they made... arrangements with the current occupants of the beds, but sleeping beneath Desna's masterpeice sat quite well with her.<br/><br/>After Horo's comment about the stew, Oriana would have been shocked if Silas<em>hadn't</em>offered up their aphrodisiacal vegetables. As intriguing as the idea of sending the whole population of the little trading post into a lustful frenzy was, they would probably be dealing with the Olegs quite a lot in the future and she wasn't sure how well the married couple would react so such shenanigans. As soon as the rogue was out of earshot she skips over to Horo and briefly relates the strange effects of the radishes. Warning delivered, she gives the pretty young kitsune a little wink and heads off to find the priest, pointedly leaving the radishes with the cook.<br/><br/>She found her way back to the stables, Tsoni padding along just behind her, and smiles warmly at the Erastilan cleric. She'd only met one of the hunter god's clergy befor, an old man who'd focused quite strongly on the church's insistance that women should be quiet and obedient and defer to their husbands in all things, but she hoped this particular conversation would be less heated. Shrines and temples had been on her mind a rather lot lately, and his mention of a vision had her curiosity peaked. "<strong>I'm sorry, I don't think we were introduced earlier. Oriana, servant of the Starsong,</strong>" better let her affiliation be known right away, in case he'd missed the butterfly talisman resting just above the swell of her breasts. "<strong>Not officially mind you, no visions for me I'm afraid.</strong>"