You were starving. Not many sailors venture out on the seas during the winter, which leaves your meals sparse.

Desperation is slowly taking hold of you, which is why you set your sights on a demon. Bold move, but it likely has enough souls to satiate you for the winter.

This particular demon though is… especially depraved. Oftentimes you spot her drunk beyond belief, swindling some poor human into handing over their soul in exchange for little reward.

It was after another one of these instances that you approach her. From what you heard, her name is Azeria.