Rowan sat several seats down from Mikkish and listened to his introduction, but all his words appeared to reflect from her ears. Her face was expressionless and her icy blue eyes were as cold as death. When he offered some wine, she glanced at the bottle, almost wishing that she could summon her crossbow and shoot the damn thing from his waving hand. Alas, she had manners and did not wish to piss off her host--yet. 

"I am Rowan Hendrix, a cryomancer that fought on the island." The woman appeared to be young, but the way her voice carried through the hall made her sound as if she were years older. "I took out many several smaller groups of cultists in my home area of Colorado."