The white-haired girl; her visage of somewhat wry cheerfulness… showing a gleeful and unassuming smile illumed by the kindling flame of a dim campfire… showing such a smile, a telltale smile telling an unknown intention written over her face as pale as her hair. Expressing a claim that utterly dumbfounded those who never expected it coming out from the likes of her,
"Well, I don't know. How am I supposed to know that? I never said if that crack was caused by the stone golem, did I?"
Was in a teasing manner, somewhat, when she uttered the said assertion,
"Oh well, that's I…" clearly dumbfounded for a second there, unsure what to reply to quite a response; Broadshield was taking his time to think a better reply as well putting his oversized hammer back to his side before conveying his frank purpose behind his prior inquiry, "…just thought you knew something about it. Since you came with a bit of vague… y'know… the way you said it, Eryna… that convinced us enough, y'know?"
