The matter of moving settled, the group began to make its way up the levels of the rickety inn and deeper into its heart, where the hall of doors stood before them. Each one like its own knotted, scratched sentry, complete with a uniform of boot scuffmarks and such. There was little time for Rhocanth to contemplate his displeasure at the place, the fact that since coming into Ferelden he had not seen a single piece of truly decorative art in a building. Sure, there might have been a clay pot of flowers or a simple etching somewhere, but they were not the elaborate engravings and geometric motifs he was used to. He wondered if humans and elves had some particular passion for wood, as it seemed to be everywhere and rampantly unadorned.
"I am afraid I have not," he responded to Alderic's first question, and fell silent again when the group came to pause at the two men lying in the hallway. Instinctively, he held up his arm against his followers in case the men were dead. He should not have liked for them to stumble forward and become frightened at the sight. Rhocanth glanced in particular back at the elven girl, and winced a little as she ran into Alderic. The ranger could certainly take care of herself in her position, and no dwarf lived long without seeing another die, but was she alright so far? She was still there, and that was a good sign, though he would not have given his word that if she ran he would chase her at any great speed. Short legs, and all.
Constans confirmed in a few simple words that the men weren't dead. Rhocanth shared Alderic's sentiment — he was not going to bend down with the weight of his equipment to check them either. Frankly, if they had attacked the Enchanter, he would not bother himself with the thought of them.
After the exchange, but before Alderic went too far forward, Rhocanth gently rapped his knuckles on the door of Thais's room. "It's Rhocanth," he said gently. "I am very sorry for the outcome of the evening. I had been looking forward to conversing. Ah... rest well." When there was no response, he folded his hands one into the other and continued onward, bringing up the rear for a few paces.
Alderic led them to the room on the far end of the hall, presumably because it might be more private than the others? They all looked about the same to him, but nevertheless he allowed all of his companions to enter before he did. When they were all inside, he shut the door behind them with a light click. The play would really be Alderic's, but it was his chance to preface it as quickly and succinctly as possible so as to try to sway the direction of conversation. In the fore of the chamber, a larger one, was a small square table and a few rustically-hewn chairs. To these he gestured briefly.
"You may sit, if you like," he said to the company in general. There weren't enough for everyone, so he made the decision to stand. He'd feel taller that way, anyhow. Turning toward Alderic, he folded his arms behind his back and said with a hint of conversationalism in his tone, "I am glad that Constans is well. It seems there are some bruises on his face, but fortunately no more. Ah, you see, Constans was accosted by a drunk, and I noticed this gentleman leave his seat and come to his aid." The other dwarf was indicated. "Constans might have been injured worse if he had not had such help. As you can see, it escalated into quite a brawl. It would have been one for the records in Orzammar."
Quickly, Rhocanth shot a knowing little smirk at the dwarven man with the mention of brawls in Orzammar. "I did not think that such willingness to help Grey Wardens should go unnoticed, and I have considerable personal interest in speaking with a fellow dwarf, so when the crowd refused to quiet down completely I offered him and his companion a moment's rest."
There, that was all of it. Rhocanth turned from Alderic, as if it was no big deal, and finished with, "Ranger Nilas, I am sorry to keep you waiting. Ser and Miss, may I ask your names?" His eyes lingered far more on the dwarf now that his intentions were more plain. He wanted to speak to the man because of their shared race, as he said.