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[b][color=93d8f1]Time:[/color][/b] Mid-morning
[b][color=93d8f1]Location:[/color][/b] Riverbloom along the bank of the river.
[b][color=93d8f1]Interactions:[/color][/b] Aroura [@mole] Zora [@13org] Barrock [@conscripts]
[b][color=93d8f1]Mentions:[/color][/b] None
[b][color=93d8f1]Equipment: [/color][/b] Shortswords, Transmission Bracelet, Fairy warbow.

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Jaw set firmly and tired of being turned into a manipulative cur, Rowan stands and prepares to leave.

[color=93d8f1]"I will not sit idly by and be treated as the villain for trying to give you the best chance at survival. If you cannot see me for anything other than someone trying to "use" you just because the word came from my mouth, then you shall be left to your own devices and freedoms. Now, I will return to our place by the river and give you some time. If you wish to continue your training, you are welcome to come."[/color]

Stiffly, he bows to Zora before offering a soft kiss to Aurora's head knowing he need not say that he will find her regardless of Zora's decision. He then turned on his heel and left the bakery frustrated, glaring at anyone who turned their attention onto him.

Some time later, he finds himself trudging along the riverbank, lost in his thoughts and musings when he finds a new resident of the clearing they had been using for practice. It was none other than the orc that they had observed in the city proper. He was fishing. Proper fishing with the little stool and everything. In order to not startle the orc, Rowan stepped on a twig, snapping it to announce his entrance into the clearing. 

[color=93d8f1]"Peace friend"[/color] He speaks out as the orc turns his attention his way. [color=93d8f1]"I was not expecting fellow company. See, we had been using this clearing for some training and practice, but if it is taken, allow me to wait for my companions and we shall find another space."[/color]

While saying this, Rowan walks over to where his gear had been stashed, first retrieving his bow. The fairy made bow felt free in his hands here, it could sense its home and was content. Oddly enough though, he felt no hostility from it towards the orc. Deciding to trust the instinct, he returned to the riverbank as he strung the bow across his back and adjusted his shortswords on his hips as he settled to sit near the orc.