[OPEN] Friendless

Roana No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty It never bothered Roana before, going to the bar, having a drink alone to unwind after work. Suddenly it made her feel incredibly alone. She sat in a corner of the Rathskeller, reading a book she had found in the Atheneum, a bag filled with more at her feet. She was studying the text, writing notes occasionally in a small leatherbound journal, her lips curved down and brows furrowed in thought. The large mug of ale next to her hand went nearly untouched, burying herself in studies to ignore the fact that she was indeed, very much alone in a place of socialization. Roana had been doubted many times in her life. People had told her that she could not accomplish a great many number of things. To be discounted was not new to her. But to be hated with such passion based on so little was new and cumbersome to her mind as much as she tried to push it away. So she did what she did best and buckled down. She had found ever shred and scrap of information she could on the deities, on the Voice, on the war, the barrier - anything that might lend clues not just to what had happened, but weaknesses the new goddess she had helped unleash might have; any tiny morsel of knowledge that might help in her charge against the woman who had wrought so much pain on Caido. It was the least she could do, and she would put her all into it, whether or not she had many friends to assist her.