<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>Tathing</strong>: Group, basically open<br/><strong>Status</strong>: cutely self-conscious<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><br/>Rowan takes a quick self-assessment as she thinks, perhaps, that the corporal may have been looking at her a little longer than a cursory summation... Blushing again, she adjusts where the weight of her daggers rugs her belt low on her hips with a little shimmy and takes a moment to smooth the flyaway tufts  of her honey colored hair.  She nervously licks her lips and darts a gaze of adrift confusion toward Amanda and Florica, seemingly flattered and astonished at once.<br/><br/>"Soooo this sounds perfectly reasonable to me.  I can't wait to get in the inn and get settled... In.  There." She swallows nervously.  "Just us girls an all.  For now.  I mean, until morning.  When we meet up.". She nods, trying to look confident.