[ Roland nods to him companionably as Estinien takes a seat, offering him a cigarette in case the elf would like one. He's aware of the looks the community send over, but there's nothing to be done if they aren't hostile. Hopefully in time they'll see that it isn't one's ears or hair that make one dangerous. ]

I'd hope so, say true. I'm making enough through hunting and other such errands to keep me in health, so I suppose there's every chance I'm being smiled on.

[ There's a bone dry sarcasm deep in Roland's tone that's not immediately obvious to anyone who doesn't know him. The feeling of any gods towards him interests him less than a pile of horse apples on the side of the road. ]

Are you here alone? Did those close to you choose the other cities?