"Much obliged," Gill replied, feeling a certain lightening of some personal troubles and obstacles. The Order might be able to help her with her little quest she had been putting off. Having Rachel able to speak on her behalf to them would be the doorway to knowledge and maybe even action. Listening to Rachel ask about Gorehide Gill pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. She was more than a little appalled that the woman would still think he was the way to go for knowledge. "Find another gateway, Rach'," she said firmly, "Like someone who actually tried to emulate that general he was raving about. I noticed, while eavesdropping, that he thought the general was amazing, but he didn't seem to actually understand why the guy inspired him, you know? He didn't get the guy's sparing prisoners and mercy part at all. Only that bit about the… what was it? A mayor’s daughter, and the threat to kill her if a prisoner exchange wasn’t agreed to? And after his rather, mm, blatant lack of actual remorse for nearly killing you, and myself, the bystander who had nothing to do with the fight, I say get a decree that he’s not to get within a mile of you ever again,” she ran a hand through her hair distractedly and added, “Heck, I would gladly take on a job to personally find you a less volatile person from the Dragmere side to talk to, if you would promise to stay away from that guy. He’s psychotic and… you saw him throw up those stoneworks when Adam and I hadn’t made any sort of move to intervene. He’s not stable.” She took a breath, wondering at herself for talking so much in one go. She felt more strongly about this than she cared to admit to herself, but that goron was irredeemable in her eyes, and no amount of insight he might provide, could convince her it was worth being anywhere near him ever again.