[ There's not much for Rowan to do while he waits for Will. His own side of the room is pretty Spartan. A year as a scythe's apprentice broke any materialistic streak he might have had in him, and then another year as a vigilante kept it so. It's habit by now not to own anything more than what he needs, as well as to take care of what he has.
His clothes are neatly folded away and the only other material possession to his name -- his leather bound, actual paper journal -- is stashed in his underwear drawer.
So the place is clean when he hears Will come a-knocking. He's quick to the door to let him in. ]
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His clothes are neatly folded away and the only other material possession to his name -- his leather bound, actual paper journal -- is stashed in his underwear drawer.
So the place is clean when he hears Will come a-knocking. He's quick to the door to let him in. ]
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