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[h2][center][color=7bcdc8]Rowan Kimb[/color][/center][/h2]
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[center][color=7bcdc8]Location:[/color] Rowan's House, Denver CO[/center]
[center][color=7bcdc8]Currently:[/color] [/center]
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Rowan paused in the hallway, turning back to look at her. He moved over to her, looking her over before giving a sigh. He leaned over, and picked her up over his shoulder. His arm around her waist as he turned back to go to his room. [color=7bcdc8]"I need a reason to help someone?"[/color]

He moved into his room, closing the door and then moving to the bed. Unfortunately, this room smelled the most like his floral bread scent, the bed would smell just as  bad. He set her down under the covers of the corner pulled away from him getting out. He then tossed his robe and climbed in next to her, scooting her closer to the center. He laid down, arm resting over her waist over the covers. [color=7bcdc8]"Sleep more. Bakery in a few hours."[/color]