Aceline sighed, as she cleansed the kitchen. Bandits where a filthy bunch, and this group was not the exception, for how they keep in an ever growing pile the dishes.
So far, Marco and Raquelle were the ones doing the cleaning around, but while helpful, they weren't really good at it. Or as being bandits... maybe if that maid orc helped, it would be easier?
Between cup and cup she washed, she looked back at the fight with the young knight, wondering if she shouldn't have used the chance to surrender to the man: after all, she became a "bandit" so she could leave the fort -something as a maid she couldn't do-, and that jackass was an honorable one. If she surrendered, maybe it could have been her way out? But if she did to soon, and it could have been her end as well.
She sighed. Maybe next time, she will have to be more careful and more lucky.
Now once the dishes were done, she had to go to Naomi, brandishing her better smile and enchanting attitude. She sighed.
