After traveling non-stop for three days, Rowan finally came across a small town. He'd been camping out in the woods like he usually did. He preferred being surrounded by nature and the animals; it made him feel at home. Humans and other kinds of people often irritated him and always questioned by he would brush his hair daily. Couldn't a man have nice hair? It didn't matter right now; Rowan hadn't eaten anything in a while, and he was too tired to go out and hunt game. So instead of heading for the forest like he usually did he headed straight towards the town's Inn. 

Once inside, Rowan walked up to the counter and grinned at the man behind the wooden counter. "Hey, old man, got anything good to eat?" He could just get a bowl of broth and some mead then camp out in the forest. He wouldn't have to deal with that these people called music and their drunken laughter. Rowan decided on a small bowl of broth and some dried meat. He paid for his food and sat down as further away as he could from the bard. It was terrifying to think people actually enjoyed that.