“oh. My poor feelings.” Gillian scoffs, rolling his eyes at Trials passive aggression. “Alas I shall never again question the honor among thieves, kidnappers and murderers. Truly you've set me on the path of righteousness.” He snarks, listening half way to the bandit girls stammering explanation. “oh. Good. You're just an attempted murder and kidnapper. My mistake, changes so much.” 

He would have continued if not for Fanlily's patience finally reaching its end. He resisted his urge to roll his eyes, if only for respect for her position as his captain. Still, this wasn't the first time he'd heard such and overly romanticized idea of the knights. And always, from someone too green to know that the 'distinguished honor' of their order didnt kill the enemies of Thaln.  “...I'll follow your orders on sparing the girls life captain.” He says, coldly. “Frankly I prefer it. But there is no order you can issue me that will make me find Tyaethe's presence agreeable. Though I apologize you found my humor in poor taste.” He says, bluntly. 

He left it at that, deciding he was already treading the line on insubordination. Besides, unlike Tyaethe, who to him seemed wholly ignorant of the dangers and the necessary evils of their profession, the girl's anger came out of a place of passion and naivety. “Sooner I find an elf princess's panties the better...” he grumbles to himself (attempting to ignore the absurdity of the statement), regretting having come on this mission. He huffs, reminding himself he came as a favor to the Sunfields and Soulscale. He just had to grin and bear through this for a little longer. 

Klien awkwardly watched as the bandit girl was loaded into his cart, though made no objection to her presence. Frankly it was just nice to have a non-rose visitor to his humble mobile home. “Feel free to help yer self to any rations you can find back there. Got plenty!” He offers in a cheery tone.  “And dear elf woman! Thank you from the bottom of my old soul for protecting my wagon during the attack....you know, I've a son who quiet fancies your kind if you are in the market for a husband!” He adds with a laugh.