Olivia eyed the potential altercation from her position even as Iroryn continued her wise-ass routine, [colour=AF7817][b]”Oh I am so [I]terribly[/I] sorry Your Grace!”[/b][/colour] Iroryn replied to Olivia with a mischievous gleam in her golden eyes. [colour=AF7817][b]”It won’t happen again, Your Grace.”[/b][/colour] She added, going into an overly dramatic bow for good measure. This time, Olivia didn't bother correcting her. Sometimes, pushing too hard just caused more problems.
	[color=SlateBlue][i]"Speaking of problems."[/i][/color] Olivia mused as she walked over to Alm and his makeshift kitchen. [color=SlateBlue]"Everyone involved in that display is on half rations tonight,"[/color] Olivia ordered, [color=SlateBlue]"If they complain, they don't eat. If they want someone to hate, I'll give them someone."[/color] They were out in the desert with no support aside from what they could carry, and orc raiding parties wandering the dunes. She was not about to tolerate in-fighting or even particularly loud arguments. Once they were off the job, they could carouse all they liked.
	Concerns regarding orcs aside, Olivia's gut told her that an attack was unlikely so she stepped away from Alm and began the involved process of removing her armor, though she left the padding underneath it on. It would save some time in the morning, besides she couldn't bring herself to completely relax until the mission was finished.
        That said, Olivia hadn't been able to really relax ever since the day she left her lord's service. Watching her childhood be slaughtered and having the lord she had served faithfully betray her and all his retainers had shaken her deeply. Oddly enough, learning that her loyalty had meant so little led to her retreating further behind duty and discipline, as if to reassure herself that her values had merit and that her upbringing had [i]not[/i] been a waste.