[Mini Event] who tells your story

Roana raised a brow at the group and their jeers. An Outlander whore? She was pretty sure she needed to be having sex to qualify for that title but perhaps the definition had changed. Perhaps counter to their efforts though, the former captain did not rise to the insult or ire she received upon arrival. She remained calm, quiet, waiting for some leader to reveal themselves amongst the group. It seemed leaderless, until a blonde man stepped forward to address her directly. He too spat harsh words at her, and again, she remained calm, hands still raised as if in surrender. Another woman spoke to her before falling to her knees in prayer, but for the time being she ignored them, focused on the blonde man called Rory. ”If I could go home I would, but I am as stuck here as the rest of you, Rory. I’m sorry.” she said calmly, only then letting her hands fall to her sides. ”You say my plan is dumb as rocks, but do you know what it is? I’m certain I’ve not spoken with you about it.” Her tone remained light, conversational and curious. Blue eyes scanned the crowd, an impressive force that had come together under his direction. An impressive force that he was slowly losing control of it seemed as the crowd pressed in around them. ”Similarly, what is your plan? You’ve inspired these people to hate very well but I have no qualms with any of you. Why not take a moment to calm your followers so we might have a productive discussion and reach an understanding.” she said quietly, again glancing at the mob that was slowly descending into chaos. ”I know you care and you worry for your people, Maea told me as much not long ago, but surely this is not what you intended? And perhaps before we go bringing deities into the mix we should form some consensus amongst us mortals?” Roana 'Cause it makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter