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[b][color=93d8f1]Time:[/color][/b] Mid snack break
[b][color=93d8f1]Location:[/color][/b] Riverbloom, Books and Cookies
[b][color=93d8f1]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aroura [@mole] Zora [@13org]
[b][color=93d8f1]Mentions:[/color][/b] Barrock [@conscripts]
[b][color=93d8f1]Equipment: [/color][/b] Shorswords, Transmission bracelet

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Rowan frowned at Zora's comments about being used.

[color=93d8f1]"I assure you, Lady Zora, while there is malicious use of a person to achieve personal ends. We all have a part to play in this life and if we are to make it a better one to live, there is a use for all of us. Whether you like it or not, you were brought here for a purpose. Opposition to that purpose will be far more malicious use than you fear from me." [/color]

Scooping the final bite of the cake into his mouth, he responds to her comment of the transmission bracelet.

[color=93d8f1] "Yes well, such is the might of magic. Magic, mind you, that you now possess beyond the ilk of your kin. While my training may be intense, rest assured that it shall not lessen until I deem you worthy of protecting yourself." [/color]A quick glint in his eye belies his thoughts of additional exercises. He already is concocting plans to increase Zora's reaction ability with her magic, finding that lacking in the moment. A splash from a cup of water here or a bucket there, convenient loss of footing over a river, all harmless methods that will tap into the reflex areas of the mind to draw out speed in her control.

[color=93d8f1] "Now dear sister, do you see a whip in my hand? A flog? While my methods may be strenuous, they are by no means ruinous."[/color] A small hint of a bite in his tone says that he does not like to be compared to the monsters the dark elves can be. [color=93d8f1]"Though you do have a point about the necessity of rest....."[/color]

His voice trails off as a scene outside catches his attention. A green Dark Elf enforcer was picking a fight with an orc. Nearly preparing to stand and rush to the orc's defense, out of hatred for the dark elf more than defense of the orc, he was held in his chair for a moment as the orc paused. Never before had Rowan seen an orc not immediately fly into a rage after such disrespect. After a short staring match, the orc shouldered his way past and paid no mind to the attention of the citizens.

Attention returning to the table, he caught the last of his sisters words, something about "wonderful work" making Rowan groan somewhat. The training he had received and continued to follow had left no room for praise and back pats. Yet, Zora was not him, nor was she even an elf. Maybe they had different needs as humans and that's why his sister tagged along. 

[color=93d8f1] "Now that we have had our cake, and ate it too, shall we return to the river and train some more?"[/color]