An escaped prisoner returning to the castle [i]would[/i] likely pose severe problems. Feril wondered how official her excusal had been, seeing as it was conducted by a knight of the Order of the Thistle, the same group which had placed her under arrest in the first place. He'd been at odds with the guards, but it was unlikely her rescuer had crept his way through the castle in his marked cloak without arousing some sort of suspicion, among other details of that night. Her mind was made on the matter when Gareth stood and set his hands in about the most inspiring display she'd seen from the group. Following his example, Feril abandoned her recently found seat, rising to her feet with a broad grin. "Let's get going, I'm sure everything will work out fine as long as I keep my head down. You all have it worse, by the sound of it, but the day's still young and I'm sure they're not waiting around for us."