"<strong>It's... Well it's not so much that your cooking is bad as it is...</strong>" Silas looked at Oriana, then to the rest of the party, then back to Oriana before giving a dismissive shrug and saying matter-of-factly, "<strong>... Your cooking is bad.</strong>"<br/><br/>Mercifully, Oleg by this time had finished his descent on the ladder, giving them a quick introduction and inquiry over whether or not they were<em>guards</em>, "<strong>guards?</strong>" Silas asked incredulously, surprised at the assumption of what they were; law enforcement always put Silas on edge, having grown up learning that the law was a thing to fear and avoid, rather than a source of safety. It was because of his "complicated' relationship with the law that he went to the Greenbelt in the first place; what better place to lay low than a region utterly devoid of patrols, guards or legal systems?<br/><br/>Although Silas would've been more than content with Lawrence's rather curt introduction, Horo picked up where Lawrence left off, chastising him (something that amused Silas to no end) before offering something much more tangible, and edible, than a hello. Silas couldn't help but give a sly grin as he watched the Kitsune race into the main building,<em><strong>fresh stew, bread, and a bed to sleep in? Ole Silas buddy, you're moving up in the world.</strong></em><br/><br/>Lawrence's vitriolic, if not realistic, rant brought the Brigand back to reality. Death, destruction and every other manner of ruin seemed to be on Lawrence's mind, and for good reason; from the way he talked, they had a bandit problem. With the way Lawrence venomously spoke of the gangs infestation of the Greenbelt, Silas determined it would be more than wise to keep his former occupation to himself. While listening to Oleg rant, Silas picked up the fresh scent of food coming from the main building, turning his attention to the structure just as Horo came out with a fresh loaf of bread, "<strong>while I'd love to hear more about your bandit problems</strong>" Silas said as he looked back at Lawrence, putting a hand over the empty pit that was his stomach, "<strong>I'd much prefer to hear it over bread and stew.</strong>"