[OPEN] Friendless

Roana No, I don't wanna sit still, look pretty ”Heill, friend!” Roana would know that greeting anywhere, and glanced up upon hearing it. Based on the way the cobbler-soon-to-be-warrior wobbled as he walked, it was pretty clear he was already about three sheets to the wind. A small grin curved her lips and she chuckled a bit as he unceremoniously plopped down into the chair across from her. ”You’ve this very peculiar habit of showing up out of nowhere, Are. If I didn’t know better I’d accuse you of stalking me.” she said with a light laugh. At his question she shrugged and gestured to the barrier of empty tables that separated her from the rest of the bar crowd. ”I am in a bar, alone, being purposefully avoided. Being rather friendless in a crowded room does tend to make one somber.” she said with a sigh, closing the book she had been reading with a bit more force than was necessary. ”And none of these books have anything useful in them at all. No clues as to what the Voice’s weaknesses might be. No clues about how she was even trapped in the first place. No clues about the extent of her power.” Roana sighed and ran a hand through her reddish brown hair, tousling it with frustration. ”Awfully hard to fight a foe you know nothing of.”