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Ruomahl heard a girl yelling and felt as though the number of women of which he could choose from was lessened by one. He looked around at his brother's wanting to see how they would react. He would let one of them get it, he thought. He thought that he should let them do the work.
 But then a thought came to him. There could be only one who could open the door first, and if it was not himself it would be one of his brothers. If it was one of his brothers, it would not be him. Ergo, one of them would have something he wouldn't. While it sounded ridiculous, that was only because it was. Ruomahl rushed to the door. If someone got ahead of him, he would light them on fire. 

Roumahl answered the door to two girls. It would be the time to introduce himself. He half-wondered which one had made that obnoxious howl, but decided that he should just forget about it.
Nn
"Hello, my name is Ruomahl," I said. Damn. "Yes, Rowan Mullen. Pleasure to, uh, make your, um, acquaintance. Yes."

Now, that could have gone a lot better, but now there's now helping it. I should have let my brothers do it.