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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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Shifting in the room would likely rouse her. Looking around revealed, since in Rowan's bedroom and he was pulling on a shirt now, the last of his clothing he needed. He was mumbling softly to himself, non of it comprehensible. He left the room to come back with.. something, a long shirt? A dress? Probably a dress. 

He set it on the edge of the bed and then came around and brushed his fingers against her cheek. [color=7bcdc8]"Little one. Wake up.. I have to go to the bakery.."[/color]