[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Roana sighed and rolled her eyes. "Those are all things your people have accused me of, clearly." she said, doing her best to keep her own anger at bay now. "You claim to know quite a bit about me for having never spoken to me before. And who is your best friend? Rory?" she said dryly, crossing her arms. "I never laid a finger on him." she said, frowning. Now she was being accused of hurting someone she had never touched? Fabulous. Where the hell was Ronin and his interpersonal skills when she needed it. "But clearly it doesn't matter. You'd rather live in ignorance of my motives for the picture you paint. The only one to ever speak with me was Maea, who you've all treated cruelly. But yes. I'm the bad guy." she said, then held her arms out to her sides. But before she did, she unstrapped her claymore from her hip and tossed it aside, clattering on the ground. She was unarmed in the face of Amalia's staff. "So go on then. Take it out on me. Surely you want to." she said, steel in her eyes. "Maybe then you'll talk to me so we might learn from eachother and put aside this stupid blood feud.". Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on