When the elven girl answered — very well, thankfully. He was growing quite impressed with her eloquence — Rhocanth nodded stiffly to Alderic. He shifted his shield on his arm, still letting its face stare down the crowd. He meant for it to keep them just a little afraid of opining, which they tended to do rather loudly when they felt the need, as a whole. Before the fight, it would not have annoyed him in the slightest. Dwarven taverns back home were noisy and ridiculous as a rule. But these folk had crossed the line. There was nothing to do now but to hold it together and get moving to another location, so that explanations could happen all around.
He ignored the ramblings of the mob with a disinterested glance in their direction and an impatient tap of his foot. They were boring him, he wanted his posture to say. The next political tactic to take was the ever-useful denial. Deny, deny, deny. Nothing of the sort has ever happened and you are all drunk out of your minds. Go and pass out somewhere, and in the morning none will know whether it was real or a dream, except for the shredded bar furniture. To Rhocanth's relief, Alderic dismissed them all and returned his attention to him. Good. His eyes met the human's, and he nodded shortly in response to his unspoken question.
With his voice equally low, he said to Alderic, "Indeed. They are on the second floor. We must collect Thais, Constans and the Bann on the way." There was a slight, barely perceptible emphasis on Thais's name, and the unusual lack of title. Rhocanth rarely addressed anyone without a title. Clearly now was not the time to say "Enchanter" out loud.
Fate would not have it that they would escape uninterrupted just yet. Through the parting crowd, a woman approached them and spoke in a tone that struck Rhocanth as quite serious. He turned to regard her with the same courtesy, but in his mind he cursed. Blast it all, of all the times to need a quick exit... Nevertheless, if he tried to hurry the woman, his political rouse would be destroyed and create all sorts of uncomfortable situations.
"Hail, Dame," he responded to her with the title for a female knight. She introduced herself as in service of a Bann. Hopefully that was the correct title. "I am Rhocanth of Orzammar, Grey Warden. My comrade..." He opened a hand slowly in Alderic's direction. "Ser Alderic, Grey Warden."
What the woman asked would be a deceptively difficult favor to grant. Rhocanth bid his face to remain flat, without expression. He could not leave the elf and dwarf alone with Alderic to talk to her, nor could he ask Alderic to handle it while he ran off with the pair so suspiciously, and to deny her request outright would be worst of all. There was nothing to do but to buck up and hope that they could all somehow skirt the question of who was really a mage, for now. Perhaps if he pressed it home early and well enough that Constans had been attacked and the dwarf had helped, and that Rhocanth felt it important to speak to a fellow dwarf, that would be enough for Alderic for now. But the Dame had to accompany them meanwhile.
"Very well." Rhocanth nodded his head. He feared for a moment that thinking that through had taken a little too long, but such was always a worry when contriving. He had training in contriving, he reminded himself. It was once a way of life. There was only one more short delay as he glanced up at Alderic to gauge his agreement. "I agree to grant your request. You may accompany us."
To the dwarf and elf, Rhocanth turned slightly on heel and added a bit more gently, "Please, you are by all means welcome to follow us."