Rayla sat crosslegged on a rock in one of the many lush forests in Xadia with an angry scowl on her face, sharpening her butterfly blades with a stone. You sat on a rock beside her, listening to her vent. Apparently she was really pissed off about something… “Uhhg! Runaan can be just so annoying sometimes! He says he’s just looking out for me, but he doesn’t have to be up in my business all the time!” The Scottish elf complained as she subconsciously sharpened her blades more aggressively.