<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>: Yup, errbody.<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Puppy lovin and eager to be an hero<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><hr/>Rowan drains her cup and sets it upon the table, patting Florica's back.  "Nobody's going to give you any grief while we're 'round, Florica.  I'm sure she's lovely, this priestess."  She brushes her hands clean and prepares to rise from the table.  "Any friend of Will's is a friend of mine.  Ours.  Well, I hope."  She smirks.  "It speaks well of them anyway."  She shrugs toward the door and takes a deep breath.  "Alright then.  Are we ready to save the village from ghosts and spirits and odd-goings-on?  Hm?"  She stands and brushes her hands clean on her leather breeches, then picks up her backpack and shrugs it over her shoulders.  She flashes a wink at Will and heads for the door, intending to go directly to the manor.