<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>: Group, Amanda, lightly searching the Constabulary (Perception +6)<br/><strong>Status</strong>: normal<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2017-12-24 11:45:05, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111853) Perception (rolled a 1 +6)<br/>At 2017-12-24 11:44:55, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a7 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=111852) Bluff (rolled a 4 +7)</div></div><hr/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280006.msg13776440#msg13776440">Quote from: eBadger on 24-12-2017, 10:38:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Amanda let the moment end with a silent laugh, her hand covering her mouth, once Stoutly's back was turned.  "You're terrible!  <em>Undressing</em>?"  She laughed again as they trailed behind, mastering her expression of scandalized excitement by the time they were in the constabulary, although she was fairly certain she'd lose it completely if Rowan said anything whatsoever about the manacles.  Just the memory of Isabelle teaching her what <em>those</em> could be used for brought color to her cheeks.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rowan's mouth works silently and she gestures in surrender and admission of guilt.  "<em>Pure accident, I swear-- not the best negotiator, sorry.</em>"  She, too, flushes anew, and bites her lower lip and grins at Amanda, something in her stare a bit more than simple flirtation before she demures and turns away to study their surroundings.  She begins to nose about, looking for any signs of unusual activity-- out of a general distrust, her overcompensating mouth not making up for her inner wounds, as she tries to assess anything she can of the constabulatory's recent goings-on.<br/><br/>The mention of the coin AND free room at the Inn seems an advantageous offer to her.  The money seems an exceptionally good price, and it looks like Florica's charm is working to the three's benefit already.  When she's out of the Corporal's direct view, she gives her silent assent, an enthusiastic nod and thumbs-up, her blonde hair dancing as she vigorously waggles her head in repeated nods. "I bet the inn's nice," she says, returning to composure.  In their short time together, the three hadn't slept under a proper roof.  "Would be nice to settle in, prepare ourselves.  It'll feel good to do a service good people."