My Precious

Roana may have technically quieted herself in public - she didn't really have any authority anymore - but she was still very visible in the community. She took it upon herself to make rounds around the little settlement they were building. Security was what she knew and excelled at so there seemed little reason for her to try and pursue anything else. Not to mention she was one of the few who came through with their weapons. The broadsword on her back was standard issue. The claymore on her hip, Krosis, even to the untrained eye was something special. She always had her named, enchanted blade on her hip, prepared to jump into battle at any moment should she need to. But today her rounds had been boring. Which was good. She wanted her rounds to be boring. That meant people were safe for the time being. So she concluded her rounds and headed back to the small home she shared with her sister in law Phoebe and three sons. Everyone knew they could always come to her with an issue after all. She didn't need to be out and about all day and night. Wessex roana The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone