Walking past the Axe, he gripped the handle, and he made the snakes appear around him, they had succeeded in the task he gave them, and except for Maeve whom he could not find, they had killed all the so-called supervisors inside the manor.
He came outside, his seven-foot frame was intimidating, coupled with his grace of movement, he appeared in control of everything, his jacket gently flapped in the wind, and he tightened his hold on his Axe.
This time he was stepping out into the world, and he was not inside his shell, a small frightened child who was confused, with no meaningful direction, who had but a few moments to live.
He was still confused, but he was no longer frightened, that was growth, right? The one–eyed snake, flying beside him, spat out a metallic plate and Rowan took it. It was a Sigil plate.
He had a suspicion that he had to verify, as the first time he saw the strings, they had reminded him of something.
