"Seems tae be a little lacking in party, if I'm followin' yer thoughts. An' the last thing I am is a Chooser of the Slain. I'm a baker." Though that's hardly the only thing she is. Not with the tattoos she's got, even if the lion's share is hidden under her button-down shirt.

Kind of explains why she flung a pie, though.

"I can't be dead, anyway." Not that she'd explain why, but Rosh knew. There were still whispers in the back of her mind--and those hadn't gone away since the ritual when she was eighteen. Not even in her dreams did they leave. So Rosh figured whatever had happened, they were probably not dead.

Probably.