<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>: Florica, Amanda, Corine, Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Careful, now...<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-05-02 21:39:24, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a9 Result: 20 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=118855)<br/><hr/>Beginning a careful sweep of the landing, Rowan will wait for the other's "OK" before she starts checking the space at the top of the stairs for traps or weak floorboards, seeking the vantage points that would give her a view of the landing below.  She feels more vulnerable, up here alone with the ghosts and spiders, but simultaneously more concerned for her friends waiting below-- should they find themselves in danger, it would be difficult for her to reach them, and that, alone, gives her pause... is it because Will is there?  Or Amanda?  Or Florence?  Or all three of them?  ... she knows she should not be concerned, for the three of them could give a giant pause, but she is still harried by the terrors of not being among them, or not being there should they face danger.  Or, she concedes, it is perhaps the risk of not having those steady arms within reach, of not having those she trusts a mere breadth of shoulder away.<br/><br/>So she adopts the stealth of her upbringing, of her rough childhood, of her youth as foster child of the streets.  Be unseen, be not here, be mere shadow and wind.  Be... else.  And she creeps forward, as stealthily as she can, toward the unknown.