Boen

 The sun sets over the silent rolling plains of Rohan, nothing stirs in the failing light as it shines it's last rays of the day upon the Farmland of Brock Lonewood, owner of the stables and lands within sight of his small farmstead. The horses are for the most part sleeping, one or two graze lazily, but even they look ready to settle soon enough.

"Oi!" Umbaindes shouted as at a passing Boen, quite displeased.
Boen turned and grinned slyly, looking at Umbaindes with a rather searching look. They were along the Great East Road
"Ah, I was hoping to bump into you actually." Boen looked quite honest, and rather pleased, at the fact that he had bumped into his chieftainess.
"Why?" Umbaindes asked, not actually making eye contact with Boen.

"...Well, then, if I'm gonna squeeze your hand, you're gonna have to take your weapons off." Boen stated. The Pony was empty and Umbaindes was rather talking to her companion, Boen, a sly and cheeky fellow who often made remarks about her and her fellow tomb-raiding companions.
Why are they in the Pony, you ask? Well, Umbaindes had just come to search for her companion Furlaf, her Second-in-Command in the band, and so far, her attempts at uncovering his whereabouts were in vain. They had to spend the night in the Pony, much to Umbaindes' chagrin.