[Training] it's a different kind of danger

Oh boy. Roana notices the way the woman stiffens, and immediately her whole countenance shifts. She deflates in a way, letting out a sigh before pressing her lips together. Blue eyes fill with clear sadness, and she glances at the ground. ”I know who you are.” Clearly. She didn’t need to say so for the former Captain to be quite sure of that. More importantly, it was quite clear exactly what she thought of her. ”I see. So that’s how we are going to begin.” she said with a tired sigh. Roana looked back up, letting her arms flop to her sides as she considered the woman across from her. ”So you know I am Roana. What else do you know of me, since you know me so well. Tell me something about me that has naught to do with the Spire.” Roana said in a daring tone, knowing that the likelihood that this woman would come up with anything was pretty slim. ”Because, surely, I am nothing more than the Outlander whore, brutish, wench of a woman, who’s past times include plotting against the world and torturing bunnies. Right?” she said, using insults she had heard thrown her way at and since the events in Flowerbirth. But her tone wasn’t angry or harsh. It was tired. It was flat. It lacked any animosity or fire that the other woman had. Roana had heard it all before after all, and at this point, she was exhausted with it. Roana May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground Carry on