<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, Florica, Corporal Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><br/>Nodding intently, as if about to answer as soon as she has a sip of ale to clear her throat, Rowan lifts her hand from Florica's knee and raises her cup, sips, continues sipping, then drains it.  Then the last dregs trickle into her mouth.  She hangs on to it a bit longer there at her lips, just in case.  Finally she sets it down.<br/><br/>"WELL," the pixieish girl begins, "I'm from a village called Falleth, not much bigger than your town square here... no docks, no ocean, just a slip of a river, some fields, a trading post, a town hall.  Not much happens there.  I didn't think I was much for the small-town life, and was looking for an opportunity to set out since I was a child.  I wanted to see the world and this is the first time I've seen the ocean... and your town's kind of exciting to me, with the legends and the mystery and," her lashes flit as she looks him over, "people and all.  You know."  She grins awkwardly.  "And I came out here because it's better than settling into a farm life cause I was shit at that."  She clears her throat, eyes twinkling.  "And... So!  That's everything really.  You're not married.  I mean, you're not married?"