<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>: Open<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Bold and trying to be professional<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:At 2018-03-13 21:11:45, icsyhyat (uid: 768) rolls: 1d20a6 Result: 17 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115740)<br/><hr/>Rowan looks very curious as they approach the morbid former home of the alchemist, noting the weeds and the disrepair with a bit of a mournful sigh.  "I'll bet that, once, it was quite a lovely home," she says.  "It'd be sad to see it simply... go to the rats."  She tilts her face, as if studying its ancient windows like the eyes of a stranger, and paces a bit before the gate.  Placing her hands on the heavy fence rails, she leans forward, studying the ground for signs of recent passage.  She tested the gate, seeing if it produced a loud squeak that would attract the attention of neighbors, and examines the fence to see if it's too high for mischievous lads-about-town to hop over... just the manner of trouble that, not long ago, she found herself seeking out daily.<br/>[perception check above]