Every eye turned to Rowan and he began to speak, his voice was steady, his eyes were reflecting the scars and the weariness of long battle, and also a stubborn tenderness that could not be suppressed, no matter how much time had passed, it was easy to forget how long Rowan was, and how much he had experienced in that short life. Standing here before then with a cup of wine in his hand, it was easy to forget that this man had just killed an Old One a moment before, and the entire shape of reality had just changed because he willed it, it could be argued that in this Supreme Era Rowan's hand had been involved in some of the greatest changes, yet few knew of him.
However, when he began to speak, any doubt about the power he held was blown away by the majesty his voice commanded,
