"Maker, no." Adelaide snorts a soft laugh, shaking her head. "No. The only one that sits guard would be myself to prevent templars from undue attention or meddling. On occasion my older students sit vigil as well but- no. No templars."

Much as she is willing to work with them when she must- in the dead of night old fears and ghosts linger. It is difficult to put them to rest. On the subject of- she reaches out to catch the man's elbow in one hand, already turning to walk him back to her tent. "You look dreadful- looking at you is leaving me exhausted. Come. I have tea and some stew in my tent. We shall see you rested, warm, and I will answer anything you have to ask, yes?"