[hr][hr][center][b][h3][color=#a81a75]Runa Johansson[/color][/h3][/b][img]https://i.postimg.cc/7YrrpX7R/moodboard-Runa.png[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] Hotel Valhalla - Floor 472 -> Feast Hall of the Slain
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Runa's eyes widened as Klara grabbed her and threw her over her shoulder like a sack of laundry. A large part of her surprise was from how strong Klara was, but really, she was mostly shocked from suddenly being grabbed and thrown around like that. Klara's mention of how it would be better if she came quietly only further unnerved her. She didn't want to know the sort of punishments dolled out in this afterlife. And if they were this serious about having to attend dinner, how would they react to finding out all of the information Runa had withheld from them? Her only real option was to lie and claim she didn't know, but then her own conscience might eat her alive. 	

	She hadn't been lying about hating crowds. She was always freaked out in them. While she liked the idea of being able to vanish and not be noticed, she felt like all the eyes were on her as they went into the massive feast hall. And to make matters worse, apparently they were going to be sitting at the front table. Runa gulped, wishing that something would conveniently get her out of this. Her anxiety levels were going through the roof.