Rowan Asher. Heir to the Throne of Dellmere. However, Rowan wasn't too keen on taking the Throne. In fact, he was growing tired of the dull country of Dellmere. He wanted more than to be stuck here running this boring little country. Rowan quietly snuck out of his room in the dead of night, expertly dodging the guard. He had this all planned out. He knew right where they were going to be stationed. He had observed this every night that he was ushered to his room. He quickly reached the gap in the fence he had witnessed while going up to his room one night. Quietly and quickly slipping through, he started running toward the nearest town. The only thing he had with him was a pair of his clothes that was the least flashy clothes he had, a small ration of food and a small amout of money in order to pay for food for the next couple days. If he carried too much cash with him, people would try to turn him in order to get a ransom. He soon reached a small town and he soon found a barn in the back of someone's house that looked like it hadn't been used recently. He ran into the barn and quickly started to change. If he got caught, then he would be in big trouble...He hoped against all hope that no one would come check the barn before he was done changing.