Surprisingly, Rowan made it through the throng of villagers and townsfolk gathered around the Branch of Logic with minimal panic, probably because they were all too distracted with their own activities to pay either him or Wren any attention.
He may be getting used to being around people in general, but Rowan still hated crowds.
People had travelled from all around to witness Lysander's installment as acolyte and the memorial service for Galena that he would lead right after. Judging from the field full of tents on the outskirts of town and the countless makeshift vendor stalls that had sprung up down the main road, they planned on stretching out the festivities associated with the first part of the event for as long as possible.
They all wore smiles now, but Rowan was sure that would change once they knew that the former True Core was anything but true.
