Stavanger Bay I am not the slave to history but rather the slave to ambition.

"Ne vous inquiétez pas," Rowan soothed quickly, offering a little smile to him. No need for him to get so flustered. It wasn't surprising really that she looked like his sister - pale wolves weren't really all that special. Not honestly. She smiled at him, glancing down before she looked him over. She let her eyes drift slowly, taking in the little details of who he was and how he looked. 


"You live nearby?" She asked with a small smile, head tilting just a touch to the side out of curiosity. He looked fairly normal, not quite like the monsters that Ellie had promised were lurking somewhere in these lands. She had wanted Rowan to stay nice and safe - but after her death, well, Roman couldn't stay anymore. She couldn't stand being there when her mother was not.