Rowan's borws mirror Brunhilda's, especially at Moss's last comment, as she tries to figure out what it means in connection to the dwarf herself.  Rowan herself didn't have a problem with her, and in her experience, dwarves tended to be loud in general.  Shrugging, deciding it better not to ask for clarification, and in the interest of not wasting more time, she simply waits patiently for the elf's bread to be wrapped, guessing he most likely isn't going to eat it.  At least he'd paid for it, so what he decided to do with it after the fact was his own business.<br/><br/>She nods at the elf's prompting, quickly gathering her pack from its place where she'd stowed it under the table, and following in the elf's wake.  She narrows her eyes in exasperation at his back as he rubs imaginary dirt, or possibly imagined splinters from the sign off his shoulder, but doesn't comment.  The sooner they follow him to their destination and retrieve his lord's pet, the sooner they won't need to deal with him.<br/><br/>A look of surprise crosses her features briefly at the use of the scroll, though she nods in approval.  "Handy, that," she comments simply, only taking a second to stare through it before hurrying through herself, mindful of the elf's warning, and stepping off to one side to allow room for Moss to come through.  She only hopes she was quick enough, not wanting the portal to close unexpectedly.  Even with his shell, it would probably hurt, and she wasn't sure how such magic worked.  She's not keen on having him trapped somewhere, and needing to face this plant creature on her own.