<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/525225861188943878/1034351700946997278/unknown.png)</div><strong>Rowan</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1t2y9Bf6MVQ_7a4AsShjRh1rGSY1d6qQZRcpHGsxz37c/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><br/>Rowan was quite glad the spirits that had been present weren't the violent, angry sort, the priest of... what was that god's name?  He held dominion over slavery, or was it slaves?  Either way, according to Qadira, almost all of them moved on to the realms beyond, with only one staying to seemingly warn them of the traps.  Damn decent of him, or her, really.<br/><br/>"Ah, thank you my dear," he said to Bright Eyes, offering her a kind smile as he accepted what she'd found him.  "We aren't likely to find someone here that's as tall as I am, so some protection is better than none."  He shrugged into the jacket, which was, as his sweet girl predicted, short on him, but roomy enough for him to wear regardless of the length.  He'd just taken the spear and javelins in hand, glad they'd found something he was comfortable using, when Bright Eyes embraced him.  He returned it gladly, the pair quite the odd sight given how much taller than her he was, but that was the farthest thing from his mind at the moment.<br/><br/>"Yes, I remember," he replied softly, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, careful of his weapons as he enjoyed the feel of her in his arms.  "Just be cautious.  For my sake if nothing else."  He then watched her join Zaina and Sagacious Emerald, straightening to his full height and readying himself in the event he had to act even as he whispered a quiet prayer.  "Ahlet, goddess of southern war, grant me the fortitude of body, strength of arms, and integrity of spirit to face the challenges that await us."