<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, basically open<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><br/>Following Amanda's lead, Rowan dips her head and grins at the Constable, giving her best smile in thanks and looking him over once more-- this time a little less obviously (she hopes) as she scurries for the door.  She's practically climbing on Amanda's back as they reach the open street, then, peeking first over one shoulder than the other of the red-haired elven girl's armor.  "Oh lords, we've a job!  We're real adventurers now eh?" she hushes her voice, looking momentarily surreptitious as she scans the street for any eavesdroppers.<br/><br/>"And a tidy sum, my my--" she says in a stage-whisper, then grins at Florica then, reaching to give her an enthusiastic hug-- then rethinking it, out of modesty and to appear confident and professional-- and instead giving the woman's arm a reassuring squeeze.  "Well done in there, well done," she states with regained calm, then straightens her gear and resettles her backpack on her shoulders.  "Alright then-- so to the Inn, a hot meal, a bit of cleaning up... maybe we can talk some more about the manor, the rumors... our... employer... with the eyes and the... strong jaw... and the broad shoulders and such..."  her eyes glass over a bit and she fades to a goofy grin, then she seems to darken a bit, her mouth setting to a firm line, and she swallows hard.<br/><br/>"Well, anyway.  Best we get our rest.  Place could be dangerous."  She looks to Amanda, seeming to study the elven girl's features with some renewed fascination, and then to Florica again, her bright eyes searching for something unspoken.  Clammed up as she is, it's unclear what she's thinking, but she walks very close to them, her agile feet and diminutive form making her almost their very shadow with every step they take.  She seems to perk up, but there's a tinge that it's false bravado now.  "Lead on, comrades."