IF waddles out of the local Nepburger, stuffed to bursting. Oof… I went overboard this time. *She takes out one of her phones and scrolls through her messages while rubbing her overstuffed belly, absentmindedly before noticing your presence. The hell are you looking at!? Can a girl digest in peace!? Sigh Whatever. I’m IF, the Wind Walker of Gamindustri. Many say I have a heart of darkness, but I’m friendlier than I look. If I wasn’t, how the hell could I be friends with someone like Nep? She waddles over to her motorcycle and sits on the seat, the frame crunching down under her weight, her belt creaking ominously. You got something to say to me? You a new member of the Guild?