Rowan takes in Moss's words with a slight nod, and a shrug.  "I suppose a lot of dead things helped to create us, in the animals and plants everyone consumes to stay alive," she says thoughtfully.  She nods in thanks again for his gift, and to his words of affirmation that indeed, he'd not been expecting anything from her, reaching to take the carving back from him, once he's finished with his perusal.<br/>"As to that particular casino, I don't think I'd want to be goin' there after all, if it's as disheartinin' of a place as that.  I'm not fond of seein' creatures treated ill for sport, or for any reason, come to that."  She's saved from any further comtemplation of things morbid or otherwise by the entrance of the elf, listening to his announcement with a slight roll of her eyes at his bored tone, and obvious haughtiness.  "I'm surprised he's lowerin' himself to even come and talks to the likes of us poor folk," she says with a cheerful glint of good-natured teasing at her own expense in her expression.  "With a description like shamblin', whatever it is can't be too dangerous, surely.  It sounds like it wouldn't move awfully fast, and if someone gets in too much trouble, they can always run."  At least she herself was a fairly quick runner if problems came up, though glancing at Moss's bulk, and his shell, she wasn't sure how he'd fare under equal circumstances.  "Do you know anything about this...creature this lord wants looked into?" she asks curiously, hoping that with his wider knowledge of natural things, he might know a bit more than she could, just by inference.  "I don't know about you, but a bit of extra coin can always come in handy."  She already knew he didn't hold with a lot of wealth, but everyone neded at least a bit of silver and copper to live on, and it certainly sounded better than risking another confrontation with a surly dwarf, if the two stayed put much longer.