Adelisa nodded slightly, curiosity enveloped her as she said "well, we should wait until sun down. Your men and women would probably appreciate that too." She looked over at the clock and that's when it hit her: where was she going to go? She no longer had her little shack let along the money she had or her mother's things. She had nothing and no where. She knew that that was [i]his[/i] plan. She knew he was setting her up to fail. "You are quite lucky, Mr. Alastair. Quite lucky indeed" she murmured to herself. Then she glanced at Alastair for a moment and grinned slightly. 

"I'm surprised you haven't reacted to how I know of you and your rivals." She looked him over, his clean clothes and nicely trimmed hair showed all signs of living lavishly. In fact, she noticed everyone who worked under him lived quite fortunate. "Extremely lucky" she whispered under her breath as she looked around the bar. She felt like a dirty sock in this place, but she didn't mind. She scratched at her cheek that marred dried blood and flaking skin, showing how fast it healed and the mark it left behind on her.

She knew she wasn't going to get used to helping a family that actually survived long enough to take in her warning, but it was a stretch.