<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>: coy<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/>Rowan manages to ascend the stairs with relative ease, her lithe form slipping from step to step with the have of a natural dancer... Or burglar, take one's pick.  Her tight-fitting breeches are of no hindrance as she tests the give and take off each stair and ascends with graceful aplomb.<br/><br/>Reaching the top, she hesitates, remaining at a crouch with her daggers at the ready should anything or anyone set upon her.  She hisses back over her shoulder in warning at a loud whisper-- "the stairs are weak! Be careful... I can check up here first if you like... But it's fucking creepy."