Looking between both the woman and man that stood before her, Roran battled in her mind what to do. Her inner child had told her to run at the first call of the Warden, going to fetch him his wine and try to listen into the battle plans. To be as present as possible to, maybe, be asked to do some job of great importance. But that other, more rational grown up part of her said to stay with the mage. She needed to be watched in case she turned on everyone, fearing for her life. Though Roran was not getting that distinct feeling from her at the moment. No, the feeling she was getting from the woman was anything but fear for her life.
With the debate raging on in her head still, another one of the guards passed nearby. "Tali!" Roran called out to him, hoping to get his attention. The men turned to look in her direction, a grin breaking out on his face when he saw who had called his name. Without being asked, he walked up to her, a smirk on his face as she rested one hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword. "Hey, Rore. Did you see me fighting?" Roran knew that Tali had a thing for her and he also knew that she did not reciprocate these feelings. That didn't stop him from hitting on her howevever.
With a quick roll of her eyes, Roran shook her head and got straight to the point. "No, I did not Tali, I was too busy fighting myself. Listen, I need you to keep an eye on this woman. She just showed up out of the woods but she..." Roran paused in her description, looking back over her shoulder at the woman, checking to make sure she wasn't listening. "She's an apostate," she finished in a whisper. Tali's eyes went a bit wide but he nodded anyway, saluting Roran and stepping to the other side of her nearer the woman.
Roran took this opportunity to dash off towards her own house, just around the corner from the one the Warden had motioned towards. Bursting through the door, she was met by the confused expression of her brother. "What the-? Roran, what's going on out there?!" Brynn asked, thoroughly clueless of the events that had passed. Roran just waved a hand dismissively, mumbling about telling him later and dug in one of their chest to pull out a bottle of wine. Smiling to herself, Roran jumped back up and was out the door as quickly as she'd come in and was back around the corner in front of the other house before her brother could say another word. Reaching a tiny fist up, she knocked on the wooden door, waiting to be welcomed into the building.