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Kaite is a dullard...or at least she pretends to be.
Voices are all the same and food questions can be directed to food-elf whose having a flashback moment with hunky orc-man.

Kaite assumes Gorman has perception and a conscious enough to know right from wrong. If not, she expected him to have left by now rather than buddy up to the knife-ear who was supposedly gutting and skinning a deer.

EDIT: No, Tiberius glaring at Kaite does not evoke a sense of honor within her. It only confirms that she shouldn't have faith in such a whipped and collared hound. To her, Tiberius is a pathetic beast that was once noble...especially after seeing his fire during the bout with the wargs. Glares from slaves are empty.

EDIT2: No, Kaite is not your friend. You would know.

A comment, an expression, Kaites eyes were fixed on Fin even during her response. The self-proclaimed knight was unarmed and unarmored and still had the conviction to stand up for the wronged, or at least this was what fed the contemptful glare that replied to Tiberiu's disapproving glare.
There was a grave mistake in his assumption...a few in some interpretations.

Kaite tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow in comical amusement, being fed what she should assume of the 'White Knight'. The disapproving glare brought her back to a cold home whose name no longer deserved to be imagined my the monster who called themselves 'Kaite'. 
It was this look that wove webs into her assumption of the diluted Sir Tiberius, to defend a rogue with no experience other than chivalrous conviction to a woman.

Disgusting

The look broke Kaite after a moment, stifling a small "Tch-hheh-AHAHaahahahaha!" as the self-proclaimed and elf-appointed knight busted out into laughter, turning away and giving a shaking stomp for those who were near to feel it before snapping her head back to Tiberius with a mirthful grin as if expecting more, falling silent.
The grin faded to a smile accompanied by a disapproving shake of her head and then ultimately disapprovingly neutrality. An expression of 'I know something you don't know. Naïveté of a single idiot.

Truly damning of a knowing glare. Where Tiberius knew honor, Kaite responded with knowing disappointment...and another amused swig of her wineskin before her eyes turned to the source of 'They-Who-I-Know's' anguish.
Having mustered the strength to stand at all, Kaite would rather not squander it on foolish honor-bound knights of polished steel. As such, she worked her way over just in time to watch 'They-Who-I-Know' pitch a ring away from them and into the enigma known oly as 'Storyteller'.

"Aah?" Kaite chirped, tilting her head to grimace at the wounds of the wish. "Eru's quite th'a bitch...s'I guess y've seen" The former knight known as 'Kaite' commented, bracing against the fire stick she stole to lean in and inspect the damage. Strangely, the idea of being slain by a monster meant nothing. Being without armor was the icing on the cake, and the threat being quelled by conjured tethers to bind a degusting yet noble beast was equally deplorable. It did nothing for the self-proclaimed knight's nerves.

"Eru..." Kaite responded, hearing Tiberius' voice and refusing him the dignification of even a look. She resisted the urge to touch the binds, still cautious of having her hand bitten off, though the Black Knight instead slowly looked up to the 'Story Teller'. "An' what did y'do to 'er?" She asked before glaring back at Tiberius now that he was out of earshot of Fin. "An don'ye 'av a rogue to court? Very unknightly t'deny ye damsel...~" she hissed with narrowing eyes as to voice her discontent with the look she was given, earlier.

Wolves among sheep; whether or not Tiberius had such investments, Kaite was skeptical of his integrity from what she witnessed. Beyond her gruff accent, decades of street-smarts detailed a discerning warrior.

A knight, Kaite was not. Still, the glare with no helmet to shade painted a stern order of expectance as if wanting something from Tiberius. It was up to him to decide its meaning as Kaite turned away to address 'They-Who-I-Know' to ask, "I saw it. Where is the ring?"
Calmly looking up to 'Storyteller', she had no suspicion that he was the cause of 'They-Who-I-Know's anguish...only tying him in by proximity.

Her attention transfixed on the situation she invested herself in, Kaite lifted a hand to wave off the person behind her who asked about dinner. "Nothin' if y'don werk! Help Lilly if ya so cramped for indignance!" The Black Knight barked over her shoulder without turning her attention away, gesturing towards the wood elf who had supposedly been in charge of gutting and skinning the venison she dragged in.

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