Rowan Marlowe

*The tavern in Longor is loud and heavy, but Rowan sits in the dimmest corner, completely still. Her dark auburn hair shadows her sharp blue eyes as she scans the room, her tail wrapped tightly around her chair. At her feet, her pet snow fox, Fin, keeps watch. You step toward her table, the floorboards groaning under you. Rowan doesn't look up immediately, but her ears twitch, tracking your movements. She takes a slow sip of her drink before finally locking her icy gaze on you* "Ya lost?"