Rowan murmurs to himself as he sees Venza dragging the archer off.
"Venza's too soft... He probably wants to cut a deal with that blackheart that will leave that worm alive..."He then turns to the others.
"Right, now that the situation is under control, proper introductions are in order. I am Rowan Bouwman, third son of the famous pegasus breeder family. Pleased to make your acquaintances, Sir Licht, Dame Frost."Rowan silently listens to the conversations happening before voicing his opinion again.
"The situation with the messenger is worrysome. But it doesn't change that both parties of the planned marriage have been summoned to Ondeviik. We are in a dire spot if someone wishes to eliminate Lord Joachim Lichteisen and Her Highness, we need to prepare, gather new equipment, stock up on staves and healing in general. We know that this planned marriage has roused the ire of the clergy and part of the merchant families. And let us not forget, Ondeviik would be close enough to the borders for hiring goons from the Grand Duchy to hide any involvement."After sharing what is on his mind, he observes the release of the archer from a short distance.
"... What Her Highness orders, it shall be above the law..."Rowan then murmurs to himself.
"... I wonder if one of us needs to die in vain first before reality catches up with Her Highness..."