Steora doesn't let her limited understanding of Westron (or any other language than her own) get in the way of communicating with the damn 'wealas' (foreigners) who exist, as far as she is concerned, to supply amusement, free dinners and... if she ever manages it ... a free horse. Currently searching for Naruvir the aelf-wicce with the Eorlings - a rag tag bunch of lost girls, runaways, dreamers and fortunately a couple of warriors - all from Rohan and sticking together for protection, profit and a haven against the bizarre behaviour of the Breelanders. Who have no proper cyning or eorls, so no wonder they are as they are... pft. foreigners.... Steora is impressed by coin, healthy young men who might make a name for themselves and so attract a good lord and some wealth, and all the things that a normal lass who wants the better things in life one day would aspire to. Preferably without having to do any of the actual hard work herself...