<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/525225861188943878/1034351700946997278/unknown.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Rowan</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1t2y9Bf6MVQ_7a4AsShjRh1rGSY1d6qQZRcpHGsxz37c/edit?usp=sharing)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stone lion's dungeon<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"Thank you, my dear," Rowan said when Bright Eyes offered the blade to him, smiling gently as he took it from her grasp.  For some reason it felt much lighter than it likely should, but right now he wasn't focusing on that.  He'd already found a suit of armor, that had been simple enough, but had been weighing several options when it came to weapons.  This blade, for whatever reason, felt right.  "Of course I remember.  How could I possibly ever forget?"  He touched her cheek gently.  "Why do you ask, my dear heart?"