Rowan listens to Moss's rambling explanation, said ramble revealing more about his people and culture than what she'd asked for.  yet she was interested in both, and so the discourse didn't bother her, the way it might have some others, in being given an overload of information in answer to what should have been a simple question.  "I was wondering how you'd managed to get so many different colors, though I'm not sure they'd do you much good at blendin' in," she observes mildly, before turning to hear if the elf can grant them the spell Moss mentions, or has another idea for them.<br/><br/>Obvious caught at pretending more power than he truly has, Rowan's expression remains unchanged, though her eyes take on a spark of good-natured amusement once his back is turned.  She'd thought the scroll he'd used earlier was one of his own, but it made sense that the lord would have offered such as a means of convenient return for the elf and anyone he got to accompany him on this assignment.  She glances at the elf's retreating form, and back at the mound, uncertain as to whether they should leave it unattended.  "I'm hopin' it decides to stay put long enough for us to talk to the lord and come back, or that it'll be easy to follow, if it wanders off again.  Though I'm hopin' that by dealin' with whatever the trouble is underwater, that might solve the problem of it wanderin' off in future."  she glances back in the elf's direction again, taking a coupe steps to follow, but slow enough to still hear if Moss has another plan, or will follow her to talk to the lord of the manor, as the elf suggested.