Something in Rowan's tone and the etherealness of his existence shook the old man to the core and the realization that he was before something that even in a million years he had no chance to understand struck him,
"What are you?" the old man solemnly whispered,
"You know who I am Roael, not consciously, but something inside your blood, the oldest of instinct of your kind knows my presence as surely as you know your own hand. Fight me with everything in your soul and spirit, according to the old ways, and then I might tell you. You intrigue me, Roael."
The old man growled, "fuck you!"
"That is the spirit!" Rowan smiled, and it was beautiful, his consciousness inhabiting this body was slowly changing according to his image, "Come for me, mortal, let your life reveal its splendor at this moment, show me what called you to my gaze."
