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

tell me about that hover shit - i was mobile so had tabs open trying to translate and get it all done haha

At Renoir's story Rowan gave a small smile, nodding her head. She could understand that. Being stumbled upon and then taken it seemed to be a frequent habit. Although French Quarter was far more secretive to it's rituals and it's standards they still took on the wayward soul from time to time. "I would love to see it, if you don't mind spending your day showing me around." Rowan said with a smile.