Typically Owain would be doing more on a day such as today. It's just that no one was available. The Justice Cabal's session had been postponed for next week due to some unexpected events. That left Owain high and dry at home alone, both of his parents being out at work. With a very dramatic sigh, he props his journal up onto his bed alongside a good pen. Not one of those smudgy ones. He sits and just like that becomes engrossed in his writing. Plans for his DnD character, the usual.