Lady Rosewoode bided her time and tongue. She could smell the blood and the musty smell of the man and of the mount. She wanted to see the man clearer but he clearly wanted to keep in the shadows. She began to wonder what he got himself into and whether or not to invite him to eat with them. Mostly to keep an eye on him and to see what he seems to be like- a rougue or another knight after a small skirmish? Or something entirely different.......<br/><br/>"Perhaps you would care to join us for a simple meal after you and your mount have taken care of what you need to take care of. Yes, even at this distance I can smell the  bloodiness and muskiness of both you and I believe that it is the blood of more than the two of you. You may pass for all I care. If you wish to sup with us, you will need to tell us of your .....hmmm, shall we say misadventure or adventure?" Lady Rosewoode kept polishing her sword as if she was just making small talk with the man.<br/><br/>Suddenly a faint presence was felt. It was something quite large from the way the ground trembled. Lady Rosewoode stood up and turned in the direction of the shaking. She was not exactly afraid of it just very wary of what large creature was coming her way. She shoved the polishing cloth into her pocket as she held the sword in readiness.<br/><br/>"Come out and show yourself, who ever you may be. I sense your presence and felt the earth shudder under your great weight." She called out in an even voice.