[b][h1]Ruomahl/Rowan[/h1][/b]

Rowan hated what he heard from Uriko. Yes, he hated it indeed. Too much was mustered on to him. How was he supposed to keep tabs on his contemptible, irresponsible, loathsome, inferior siblings. He would just have to force them, then? Indeed, Rowan was given a full plate of misfortune. Rowan swore that one day he would he would make his father answer for the treachery he had committed here.

This suit was a ridiculous matter. So he was supposed to wear a heavy suit, even while he bathed? Rowan thought that maybe the real punishment was never taking it off, but it was so heavy. He could not lift it. Lift it he could not. The action known as lifting was something which Rowan could not do. The suit exceeded the amount of pounds that he was able to force upwards. And he was supposed to live in this contemptible suit of intolerable miserableness. This was madness.

Rowan wanted to complain. He wanted to say what thoughts he felt in this situation. Oh, but he was sure she would be having none of that. So he would just say his questions and begin the misery.

Rowan asked, "Okay, so what is this thing called fishing, and does it involve something called a fish? And why are we using a washboard of all things? And could I get your number?"

He would probably need it, after all, in case he couldn't handle his brothers alone.