<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>:whatever needed<br/><hr/>Rowan stares back at the priestess, or cleric, or... underpriestess, or whatever, and smiles back in an altogether friendly way with just the faintest hint of trepidation at her comeliness and freckles.  "Well.  Alright.  Let's hope you don't have to.  You know.  Save our bottoms from the fires of hells and all.  OR if you do it's with a gentle touch and utmost success.  READY!"  She takes a few headstrong steps at the front porch, casting a sidelong glance at her companions.  "Should I ring her?  Eh?  Eh.  No."  She gives the door and porch a cursory check for hazards and makes her way boldly forth to the grand portal, intending to make their entrance.<br/><br/>[opening the fucking door]