ROANA
It hadn't been the most pleasant experience - channeling trickster gods that nipped and pinched and poked her. For a time the world had been naught but utter darkness, spinning around her. Was this death? Had her attempt to escape led to her demise? But slowly the shadows in front of her eyes receded, and the store room she was in became clear to her. Blue eyes scanned the familiar place, the Guildhall weaponry. "Thank you." she whispered to whatever entity had brought her here. They couldn't have picked a better spot. Quickly she armed herself with a claymore, tying it to her hip. Using the strength in her legs she jumped up, catching hold of a support beam. Carefully she pulled herself up and laid against it, waiting for now.
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
