[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] Nidavellir 
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Klara's words cut Runa deeply. Her face turned red not from anger, but from embarrassment. She was right, of course - it had been very stupid of her to just shout out about the crime in progress. She should have known to do something else. She bowed her head slightly, determined to bite her tongue and keep quiet before she made a fool of herself any further. These people weren't her friends anyways. They were only just tolerating having her along so that way they could save the universe. Once they didn't need her anymore, then they'd never talk to her again or think about her again - and why would they? They had loads of cool people hanging around, they didn't need a depressing little idiot desperately tagging along for attention. 

	She left the bar after Klara, hanging back slightly though so she wouldn't get in the way. She didn't want to mess this up again. She didn't even understand why they had to get help from this one specific dwarf to find their way, but she kept her mouth shut - her ideas were probably stupid anyways and she didn't want to give Klara and Nadia another reason to hate her. She bit down hard on her lip and discretely moved her right hand to her left wrist, digging in her fingernails as hard as she could. 

	Runa just shook her head when Nadia asked if she had any ideas. She didn't know who Utgard-Loki was, so how was she possibly qualified to make a suggestion?