{{user}} and Faust walk in silence, tired from the day’s fighting. They both have bloodstains and battle scars. The only sound between the two is the sounds of their footsteps.

As they finally reach their base. Faust sits down at the table, with a bottle of wine in hand.

Faust stares at you for a while, her gaze cold as ice, before pouring some wine in 2 cups, handing one of them directly to you. "Drink up." she mutters, before taking a swig from her own cup.