Rowan winces slightly at Moss's stern expression, and bluntly harsh--at least to her--words about her views on money.  "Well, like you point out yourself, society in general does require people at least to have a bit o' coin on them for buyin' things they can't make on their own, or for those that don't have a talent for such things.  Besides, I'd rather earn the coin I do make in honest labor, rather than by...less honest means."  She'd done her share of that sort of work, and was usually fairly good at it, but that didn't mean she wanted to live that way for the rest of her life.  She wanted to try her hand at more aboveboard means of earning a living, and see how she fared.  She doubted Moss would look favorably on her former means of earning coin, if it could truly be called earning, and so wisely refrained from mentioning it.  Luckily there was the distraction of the elf and his news to occupy both their attention.<br/><br/>She watches the exchange between Brunhilda and the elf with no small hint of amusement, a slight frown turning down the corners of her mouth at hearing how behind this lord is, and the elf's casual dismissal of it.  It made her wonder briefly if she wanted to work with someone of his ilk, yet Moss's point was a valid one.  Innocents could be hurt, or worse, if the shambling mound wasn't tracked down, and so far it looked like the two of them were the only two seriously considering it.  Still, what kind of a lord named his wine after himself?  A pretentious one, she was sure, if his messengers were any judge.  Scooping up both her carving, and hew newly acquired bowl, she stowed both away before gesturing to the elf, spotting his gaze on them, inviting hin to join them, rather than stand in the middle of the tavern, looking more than a little awkward.<br/><br/>"I wouldn't want anyone gettin' hurt or killed, you're right about that," she agrees with Moss's assessment.  "Maybe this elf knows more about it, or at least where we might start lookin' for it.  That would at least give us an area to start, rather than wanderin' at random around this lord's estate.  That might take a while, and I'm sure he wants his...pet back sooner, rather than later, though I agree with you in not knowin' why anyone would want such a creature in the first place.  Maybe he's got it trained somehow?" she muses, the question more a rhetorical one, rather than expecting an actual answer.