Rowan Kimb
Rowan gave a nod, taking his drink with as he waved at Killian to stay put. With glass in hand, he moved towards the stage. Thankfully no one else had walked up yet. He looked up to Willow and Aethel, offering a smirked smile. "Hello again, Aethel." His eyes didn't look to Willow though. "I had a question." Finally he turned his gaze to Willow, but then back to Aethel. "You said she was pure. Does that mean she's fertile?" He sipped from his drink.
Killian moved around and took Rowan's seat. He crossed his legs, setting the tablet under his thigh and pushing some of his hair back from his shoulder as he sat pretty straight. His gaze just sweeping the room slowly.