<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>: Lady Caithwaine, Florica, Corporal Honeypot<br/><strong>Status</strong>: normal<hr/>As soon as Will makes eye contact with her, Rowan gives a toothy, girlish smile, blushes feverishly, and ducks behind Amanda's shoulder.  She bites her lower lip and stares, one hand on each of the elven girl's armored shoulders, looking the Corporal over and listening intently.  "Her.  Or her.  You have her pleasure of undressing I mean addressing.  She's Amanda.  She's Florica.  They're in charge."  Lowering her face to silence her prattle, the diminutive young human woman continues.  "If you can tell us 'bout this trouble at the mansion, we'd perhaps be able to save you a nailing." She swallows. "Save you from nailing up all these notices."  She mutters softly. "Umm could you take over before I die here..."