Adelise had not entirely hated the events of the previous knight, in fact, she quite enjoyed them. However, that hardly reduced the fury she felt towards the group's rogue when they all awoke from their festivities. Once she had arisen, she worked on replacing her clothing, armor and weapons all rather hastily, not quite sure how to even look at Kesten, let alone speak to him, after how she had lost control of herself the previous night. Anyone who crossed paths with her that morning would see an odd mixture of embarrassment and anger on her face, as she got ready for their group to head back out on the road. She made sure that Memento was prepared as well, and perhaps spent a little extra time tending to her horse, as she tried to sort out her thoughts. The animal was the only real companion she'd had on her journey's for a long time, and at times like these, she was the only company Adelise could enjoy. Perhaps it was a sense that her steed knew her better than any in their group, or perhaps the simple fact that an animal, she knew, wouldn't judge her for the previous night's affairs, or for the seething rage she felt at the moment.<br/><br/>She did a little shopping around, gathering what she needed, before making her way to find the others. Once she did, Silas had about enough time to thumb and make a comment about her getting shanked before the female knight's fist would find its way flying towards the rogue's face. She knew the group needed his skills... and killing him right after they were all just given those honors might not fly, but she was at least going to try bloodying his nose a little before they left. If nothing else, she hoped it would impart the message on just how she felt about being drugged without her knowledge or permission, even if the end results were... not quite unpleasant.