<strong>Thane and Cambrioleurs</strong><br/><br/><br/>Rowan donned the robe, slipping it over her tunic, not replacing it.  having the extra layer of clothing between her ant the mass of humanity in the camp, well, clearly she wanted the extra emotional protection, the spiritual armor.  And armor it was, her face was more srerene as she followed him about his business, accepted notes and token from variious officials he met with - and they were official of a sort.  the rather disorganized mob was growing orderly, acuiring structure.  And many decision makers were listening to thane, it seemed.<br/><br/>A line of petitioners awaited thane when he returned to his tent.  Rowan paused to deal with them, opening a cased wax tablet, making notes as she listened to their entreaties.  That left him with a moment of prized and rare solitude as he started to relax in his tent.  Until he became aware that one of the shadows didn't move with the light.  It moved with intent.