Rowan's House
Rowan sat inside his room with a contemplative expression, deep in thought.
He was aware that the people had already gathered at the village square, awaiting him. However, at this moment, he needed to pull himself together before going to help fix the crumbling emotional state of the others.
Usually, he arrived at the village square and made up his speech on the spot with no difficulty.
However, that was only possible because his mind was in the right state, unlike now.
Rowan heaved a sigh, stood up, had a quick bath, changed into new robes, and then strolled out of the house.
The streets were deserted as the people were at the village square.
Rowan walked down the street.
He was heading towards the village square when he spotted Brandon approaching from the opposite direction.
"Lord Rowan," Brandon greeted.
Rowan nodded in response.
