The Sentinels We're one, but we're not the same

To that Rowan offered a sweet smile, canting her head almost demurely. "In a way," She agreed. "Though my mother would not indulge in my follies; she disregarded my powers and so I have not trained. I imagine there are many much stronger than I am." Though Rowan was backed by many lines, the blood strong as possible. 

"They have done well, it seems." She suggested with a smile. "I met Renoir, and Constantine - one of Lasher's brood." There were many more, it seemed, and she was slowly making the rounds to meet each one of them.