Before it could get out of hand, Darlene spoke, "Both had good points but I think it would be best if I went on my way." She gave a slight tug on Rowan's cloak and turned to mount the horse she was riding. Once on she said, "Thank you Sir Curudir. Perhaps we may meet again."
Rowan nodded before making a strange whistle. His black stallion came out of hiding and paused right beside him. He mounted and added, "Perhaps you wish to help?"