<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/>Rowan cleaved through his last hobgoblin, pausing with blade still held at the end of its arc as he took stock of the situation.  The violence had ended at last and now it was time to deal with the aftermath.  He let the others handle talking to few that hadn't exalted, moving over to offer the ifrit his hand in respect to her prowess.  Whether she took it or not, he went to find Bright Eyes to see if she was alright, only to pause as he found himself looking up at someone for once.<br/><br/>"I do believe you're the one that grew, Iron Sand," he told her, his voice sounding odd and modulated through his helmet.  "I don't remember what the Immaculates called your particular brand of Exaltation, but I can't imagine that it was very flattering."