Constance, you are no shrinking violet; these circumstances, rather, give you energy and purpose. On the one hand, a cat who must be coaxed close (likely with some morsel from your rations), and on the other hand, the unquiet spirits of those who did not receive justice. As you reach out to Robena, quietly requesting said morsel, you are aware, almost violently so, of your surroundings, and the passions that have not faded from them. Walk with grace, daughter of giants.

[Constance has rolled an [b]8[/b] on sizing up the situation. [i]Which problem must be addressed first to avoid disaster?[/i]]