Rowan in turn gives Moss a long stare that he probably doesn't notice, at his strange--at least to her--behavior of hugging the tree, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth at the elf's hasty retreat at Moss's attempt to hug him after the tree.  "He's not so bad, really.  I think it's just his of greetin' people, though I'm not sure if it's specific to him, or if it's a cultural...quirk of all his race," she tries to reassure the elf, despite his attitude.<br/><br/>She nods at the elf's explanation of the need for the teleportation spell, about to create some distance between herself and Moss's smoke, when the rustling startles her, and she's surprised they've managed to find what they're after without any effort, it seems.  She's secretly glad not to have to come up with an answer to Moss's query, because she doesn't really want to know about any intimacies he wishes to have with trees, or any other plants, for that matter.<br/><br/>PC:  Rowan rolls a 14, +3, for a total of 17.