"I want you to understand the basis of our relationship going forward." Rowan paused and finished another glass and sighed as he poured himself a new glass, "I am not here to help you or to harm you. I am just here to offer a service, which I'm certain other people desperately need at this moment. How you choose to interpret my actions is entirely up to you."
"Fu*k, I think this is also what Erohim would say," Circe mumbled.
Rowan blinked, "You've lost me here, this name the town folk gave me, what does it mean?" Rowan said as he finally sat down.
"I suppose we can take this information as a sort of payment for the help you rendered me previously?" Circe smirked.
"It has no value, Circe, nothing is stopping me from asking any random person in the street for that answer."
"Well, they won't tell you the same way I would say it. Trust me, hearing it from anyone else but I would be a loss, I happen to be a good storyteller."
