Rowan looked to the funding handed over to him, unsure how to react. "I... can't do this. I don't know -anything- about who I am. Any family... Anything." He looked around, astonished. He brushed off his bizarre outfit a bit, setting the funds within one of the red cloth wraps. "I appreciate your trust and respect. I cannot help you at this time... however." He then started to sculpt his wood reserves into a small platform, and drifted up to the roof. He proceeded to just lie there, the wood holding him in as a pocket. "I need to be alone for the time being." He sighed, looking to the sky.