Hailing from The Woods of Marchen, Rowan proudly dons the leathers and fur pelts of a Ranger with her father's trusty handaxe in place of pride on her belt's holster. Over it all is secured a knee-length hooded crimson cloak that is definitely worn, yet sturdy and well loved.
Before arriving in Hamlin for what was supposed to be a supply and info run, she made a living as guide and occasional protector for nearly anyone looking to travel the massive forests of eastern Marchen.
Now, she's being "offered" a job of the Save-the-Kingdoms (aka suicide mission) variety in exchange for her little sister's safety and care, seen to by the Crown of Hamlin herself. How could she possible refuse?
