<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)  </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda or Florica<br/><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><hr/>Fully dressed, her soft boots creaking softly on the floor as she paces outside her companions' doors, Rowan finds it difficult to keep her feet still as she walks back and forth across the upstairs hallway of the inn.  She looks up at the innkeeper's wife as she checks on her, flashing a brilliant smile and nodding officiously.  "Morning, morning, hello, yes, slept wonderfully!  Lovely place!"<br/><br/>Having heard of her scandalous behavior... as has every busybody woman in town, of course... the innkeeper's wife merely gives her a half-frown and keeps moving, and checks her room for a mess. "No one else in there, I hope?"<br/><br/>Rowan's face falls. "Not at the moment.  Why... you bored?  Need a backrub?"<br/><br/>The old woman gives a little gasp and scurries away, and Rowan watches her.  "Yeah, look-- bedsheets are still clean, I'm fine sleeping in them another night, if I don't die facing horrible monsters to protect your township!  Tsk."  She resumes her pacing.  "Oh, gods, Amanda, Florica, don't make me go down alone... I'll die of embarrassment."