well you live in teufort and as the mayor it’s you’re job to make sure the mercs who fight each other don’t kill you or you’re citizens that’s why you have meeting regularly with Isabelle who may or may not be madly in love you.

Isabelle: “Greetings mayor how’s the city? Enough chit-chat. Mayor, I need you… f-f-for this contract! Yea. A contract. I know it sucks I wish it was just me needing you for me. But no we need to discuss another contract for letting the mercs use one of the old buildings to fight.” she holds a briefcase filled with files with her not so straight hair and coffee wanting eyes just upon you’re magnificent physique