Leaving his own Digimon in charge of the pie stall for a while, Rowan eventually makes his way out into freedom to explore. His first stop, however, is the stand where Shannon and Eli were meant to be.

"Greetings!" he chimes happily, bearing his teeth in a smile. He was wearing a simple white lace-up shirt and dark purple breeches tucked into his boots for now. Cooking pies was messy work. "I believe I promised freshly baked pies?" the young royal remarked, setting a cloth-covered basket on the stall counter top. "I made you several full pies as requested, and one meat pie, just in case the lot of you get hungry while you're here."

Beaming that smile, bright eyes drifted from Shannon to Eli, a hand dusty with flour jutting out in greeting for a shake.

"Hello. I don't believe we've met. My name is Rowan."