Rowan gritted his teeth within the confines of the tube. He felt the semi-liquid substance peer in through the cracks on his skin made when abducting him. His eyes flickered open wildly, as he looked around. He started to inspect if there was any feeling in his fingers, and all of a sudden a wooden block slapped against the glass, making it rattle for a brief moment. The inhuman figure watching him felt a bit panicked, but in a second Rowan spun the wooden block and flattened it into a rotating razor, carving a bit in the glass. The pressure of the liquid ripped apart the tank, and Rowan stood there in his tank-top and simple pants. He condensed the glass into a series of small blocks, launching them at the figure. He saw the thing go down, and then inspected the room. After retrieving his robes and furs, he hefted around his baton for a moment. "I have no idea what just happened."
Rowan started to linger around the room for a moment, then sighing and slowing down the mental racing. He started to leave his room, fitting the baton in some of the cloth wrapping on his back. Rowan nodded, and after hearing the commotion he decided to rush after it quickly, leaning down hallway after hallway, until he saw what was going down. Being that he was still unsure of himself, he immediately rushed to the bridge to meet the others there.