<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/Bishounen_neji_naruto_by_bishie_hunters.jpg)</div><strong>Rowan</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/18-IXRVet3vQyIP1mmK4iEjDJw6OSHCmPDwDYLQhPfs4/edit)<br/><br/>Rowan rolled off of the bed and sat on it's edge, merry laughter bubbling out of him.<br/><br/>He smiled at the servant, feeling somewhat embarrassed and very proud to have merited such high esteem from the gray-eyed goddess.  “Thank you,” he set the wash basin beside him on the table.  Then, hearing that he was needed in an audience, the young giant nodded.  “All right.  I'll dress in my best suit and be there shortly.”<br/><br/>Rowan leaned down to look under the bed at the well tickled inu-mimi.  “Meg, the Lady needs us.  Help em into my armor in a sec, okay?”<br/><br/>The young giant rose.  He had to duck under a crossbeam to get lined up with the polished steel mirror.  He washed quickly and efficiently then pulled into small clothes, a padded jerkin, and an arming jobquin.  He hoped that by then Meg would be ready to help him with the fine steel plates.<br/><br/>*   *    *<br/><br/>When he was armored, tabarded, and armed, Rowan headed downstairs, looking for the goddess.  He went to one knee before her, with a hand on his pommel.  “My Lady, how may I serve you?”