Gisele stares daggers back at Adele - blue eyes narrow and unblinking - though the pink flush blossoming across her cheeks and neck betray her attempt at composure. For the briefest moment it seems as if the tension will be dispelled when Zacharias steps between them and the Montgardian attempts to lead Adele back... That is, until the Zacharias turns towards her with his inhuman eye, a beaming smile, and a threat to abandon her and her people. Gisele's face flickers with revulsion, though before she finds the words to speak, Rook steps in. 

[color=FF3333]"... Thank you for sharing this with us, but it does change the nature of the mission."[/color]

"Of course it changes the nature of the mission," she snaps back. "Why else would I... I shouldn’t even be..." She begins to shake, her blue eyes shimmering with emotion. Her layer of self-control begins to evaporate; she seems unsure, frustrated, conflicted, and for the moment it seems like she may just turn around and walk away, when Marcel approaches.

[color=8585AD]"How immediate do you think this threat is, Miss Gisele? Is there anything we could do right now to help stifle it?"[/color]

"I," she falters, shaken for the moment out of her anxiety by Marcel's presence.  Hesitant, her eyes pass from Marcel, to the rest, back to Marcel. "I do not know,” she says finally, the quaver in her voice slowly receding. “At least, I am unable to say for certain.” 

She takes a deep breath. “Before we arrived in Belencrest, while we were staying in a Hopstead tavern, one of our number was found dead in the hallway outside of Gaivus’s room. At the time, I believed... We [i]all[/i] believed it to be a run in with a burglar or some drunk, a tragic misfortune. However,” Gisele continues, “when we were sailing here, three of the ship’s crew were discovered breaking into the hold where Gaivus was sleeping, armed with daggers. When they were exposed they attempted to flee and were slain. I spoke with the captain, and he told me they were new hirelings with good references. It seemed inexplicable. And I cannot help but believe the two events are linked.” At this she glances over her shoulder as three of the caravan drivers walk past at that moment, speaking quietly amongst themselves. “And now, this road, that blockade, my fear is renewed... And I am unsure of who to trust: even [i]my[/i] company,” she adds, glancing towards Adele and Zacharias, “even [i]yours[/i].”