It was still nighttime in Winterseed. Rowan could be seen sitting on his bed with a pondering and somewhat pissed-off expression on his face as he recalled the event with Dragun.
While he hated Dragun for his reckless actions, Rowan couldn't help but rethink his words.
"What sort of discovery is he talking about, and how would that really affect us?" Rowan pondered.
Back then on the stage, he could tell that Dragun wasn't bullshitting. All his words were genuine, from his apology down to the talk about discoveries.
Ever since Rowan left the village square, his mind hadn't stopped resurfacing those words. He couldn't help but wonder what sort of discovery Dragun had and how it would affect the village—Was it some pending chaos or maybe a treasure cave? Rowan was curious to find out.
