[h1][b][color=red]Ruomahl/Rowan[/color][/b][/h1]

"So, you're the mysterious advisor," Rowan said. "It's Bessie. We might have been said to have been getting along well. That was, until she asked where I came from. I slipped up, and used a euphemism for hell, and somehow she caught it. When she confronted me about it, I denied having anything to do with fire and brimstone, so she simply felt lied to. Now the distance between us grows. I can't just apologize, as I would have to apologize for something. If I change my story now, I'll need a damned good one to fool her now."