Adelicia withheld a sigh of relief when Provostus, after menacingly drawing his weapon of choice, agreed with her after all. It was good to see some humanity remain in one whose appearance promised so little of it. Short lived, however, was her glimmer of hope – Victor wasted no time in reminding the both of them that the giant may end up slaying innocents in due time. Perhaps it would – the young Blood Saint knew little of the giants or their motivations, and tonight would be a strange night to be sure. Nothing could truly be discarded as impossible but she would not let that daunt her or her wardens. Their duty was to the defense of the city and, until proven otherwise, the sleeping giant was a part of it. If Victor thought that preemptive slaughter were an adequate form of protection for the innocent, she thought, then perhaps [i]he[/i] ought to look in the mirror once in a while and consider himself. How safe would the citizens be with him about, unsupervised? Certainly, the giant may be the lesser evil after all.

Following in the footsteps of the man she began to revile, Adelicia was the second person to step into the elevator, her shallow heels and metal staff causing a series of unpleasant clanging noises until she settled in the corner farthest from Victor. Hopefully the ride would be a short one; while undoubtedly useful, she had no love for Yharnam’s elevators. They made her queasy every time, especially on the downward, and instilled little confidence in their robustness. She’d never heard of an elevator accident but she found it easy to imagine one. And besides, so she figured, her time amidst the peoples of Yharnam had been a short one due to her extended isolation. No doubt she missed many a tragedy with these murder cages as their cause.