She had guts, maybe more than Roland was counting on, to talk to Rothsfield like that. He didn't let anyone talk to him like that. Of course it also depended much on what they said. However, in the face of her humiliation, she had a point she felt needed to be made, defended herself from their ribbing laughter.
Her bow in particular was clearly something she was attached to. And for anyone that saw her shoot, it was clear that it was more than simply a tool. It really was a part of her that did the deed. And she was a natural. So no, Roland would not fault her for defending that part of herself she felt most threatened.
Stellan just watched her leave and at her words, his smile faded. Roland sighed and shook his head, following right after her.
"Pretty ballsy, I'll give you that. Few people can talk to Rothsfield like that without getting punched in the face. But you're all right Paisley," he sighed and nodded to her. "Tonight, you'll have to be inducted. My tent is that one over there, just beside that old chapel. At midnight, I will welcome you formally to the Red Legion. So, if you're having second thoughts, you have until tonight to decide to change your mind." He didn't think that she would, but he hoped it was best to give her that option.
"It will be a ceremony, then we'll have to organize how we approach that little thing we spoke of regarding your friend the adviser," Roland said and reached out his hand to her to shake. "Does that sound good to you?"