Rowan:
Bain was making breakfast. Gat, Saint, and I were going through the mountains of books Gatlin had gotten from Diathorne's library to see if we could evoke the charmed room if we had the man who held it. I don't know why that room feels so important, and I don't know if there is another way, but I do know that if the four of us requested a meeting with them, it would be on their terms, in a guarded area. That is too dangerous. We need them to be unexpected of our visit and our intentions.
"Come eat," Bain called to us. The man makes a mean stack of pancakes, and the buttery goodness is mixed with the scent of coffee, pulling us all into the kitchen at his call.
"Just because we haven't found anything yet, doesn't mean it isn't there," Gatlin commented on our sunken faces. We wer
