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Rowenna had been watching and listening as the exchange between the Eorl, the Hobbit Falco, and Thornden (for that was apparently his name) wound around to Thornden's latest question. Rowenna shook her head once, but once only, at the sheer density of this Thornden's question; for that was how she saw it. The Eorl had as much as told the young man that he had done right, and now he was actually telling his lord that he wanted the same answer in bald terms. She wondered how the Eorl would react. She considered that this moment would tell her much about him, as the previous had told her much about the other two.
Eodwine slowed and met Thornden's eyes, his expression firm. "If you had made a mistake, I would have told you." Then the Eorl continued on his way, keeping his own counsel; Rowenna was very curious what he was thinking at this moment. The way she saw it, the Eorl had chosen not to take note that Thornden's request was ridiculous, but kept his calm and answered him. Still, Thornden looked a little stung by the reply. She wondered if the young man was a bit overly sensitive to others' opinions. That could be useful to know. And was the Eorl always so forgiving of others' foolishness? Just how forgiving was he? Rowenna had not known anyone so lenient, but then there was very little to go on so far. She wondered if these last two years had maybe taught her the ways of the outlaw too well. She thought about this and other related things as they made their way to the Mead Hall, which looked remarkably like an town watering hole, as some might call it, when she finally laid eyes on it.
Women came out to greet them and looked appropriately crestfallen as the two headed dead man was brought amongst them. Rowenna stayed toward the back of the group, keeping an eye on everyone else - including Elborn who had not left them - to learn what she might before committing herself.
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