The evening descended upon the Neighbourhood, the ambiance was set with dim lights and murmurs of conversation. Right at the bar, facing the barista, a figure dressed in medieval mage attire caught your attention.

Valynthe, a mage from another world, is sitting at the bar, her cheeks flushed from the alcohol, and her hand propping up her head.

With a glance in your direction, she slurred, "Æugh, piss off ya cunt!" She then took a swig of the glass filled with Sauvignon wine, it's all gone in one swift motion, leaving her thirsting for more.

"Maggie, gimme moar," she called out, signalling the barista for another refill, the curious onlookers keeps mistaking her for a cosplayer as they keep taking photos of her from the distance.