[b]"I doubt they would offer their services to the likes of you, either,"[/b] Alianor added with a delicately arched eyebrow. As soon as her ring was mentioned her other hand moved to cover it, moving close to her chest. [b]"Over my dead body,"[/b] she replied coldly, eyes narrow. [b]"It is one thing to take things of merely monetary value,"[b] which truthfully was what the rest of her jewellery had been, [b]"and another to take those of sentimental value."[/b] She would not let them take her ring. It was her one connection she had with her deceased husband, who she had truly loved, and she wasn't going to just hand it over so some bandits could eat for another year. She'd be quite happy if they starved. Now there was a nice thought. Of course if they tried to force it from her there wasn't much she could do. At least the necklace was hidden. 

She reluctantly followed him over to the door in the cliff, rather curious as to what it led to. Whatever was inside it couldn't be any worse than the buildings she had already seen. Of course, she had low expectations. She entered silently behind Ronan, glancing around with a critical gaze. It was... plain. That was the only thing she could think of at the moment. There was a desk which suggested that the bandit leader was at least somewhat literate. So not as stupid as she had first thought. However, that seemed to be the only furniture along with some chairs and... pillows? There wasn't even a bed. How interesting. [b]"Lovely place,[/b] she muttered sarcastically to herself. She certainly didn't see were he had gotten it into his head that it was some kind of king's suite. It was nothing of the sort. The room she had had in her father's country home had been nicer, better furnished and fancier than this. Never mind anything the king would sleep in. She wasn't sure how she was going to sleep here... without a bed. She didn't like the place at all. She couldn't wait to get out of here. And it would happen. She had that much faith in her father's men.

[b]"Oh yes, I'm sure they are all lovely,"[/b] Alianor gave a slight smile, regarding him coldly. [b]"And don't worry, I have no plans to 'shank you' as you put it."[/b] That was the truth. If she was going to try and kill him she would do it in a way that gave her more of an advantage. After all, she had never used a weapon as as he said he could easily overpower her. That much was obvious. Although he had put into her mind that it was entirely possible to try and kill him. Her thoughts had only been turned to escaping before hand. Then again, she wasn't sure she'd be able. She couldn't stand the sight of blood. [b]"I would say it was nice to meet you, Ronan, but then I would be lying. I prefer not to do such a thing."[/b] She tilted her head, moving further into the cave. [b]"Of course, I'll behave perfectly. As long as you, and anyone else, doesn't do anything untoward. If not I don't think there will be any problems."[/b] Until she thought further and made plans of course.

She wandered over to the desk, glancing down at the map with an act of aloof curiosity. She hoped that the map would give her some clue of where she was and how to get back to the track. That would make one thing easier. She glanced at the ink pots, arching an eyebrow. [b]"Can you read and write?"[/b]