Clan Laerrin

Rowan shrugged. "Treya and I have plenty of enemies, not to mention some of the recruits have prices on their heads. Truth be told it could be any number if people."

The elevator arrived and he stepped inside. "As for advantages, aye that's one if them."

That caused the other man to snort. "If you had started to sing in utinni's. I may have had to set you down for a nap." He said with a shake of his head.

"But no, you didn't keep us up. That little bit of a fracas was hardly any noise at all."

"It wasn't bad, a little tame all things considered." He'd half hoped Axel would of tried to wrestle someone. "You sang pretty well though."

Rowan took a sip of his Caf, and sat down. "Would of been really nice if you didn't slur most of the words."

Rowan's eye scanned the gallery, the crew wasn't big so it was easy to find his target. Collecting a cup of Caf he moved across the room towards Coryn, ending up on the opposite side of the table.

"This seat taken?" He asked a note of warmth in his tone.

Rowan Learrin https://i.imgur.com/6ylMTzO.jpg Species: Human Age: 52 Hair: Grey (Formerly Dark brown) Eyes: Light Brown Height: 187 cm. Build: Aging Athletic Summary: Life on Concordia wasn’t easy, and Rowan left it at an early age looking to seek his fortune out in the galaxy by the only means he ...