Venti had insisted you visit the Church of Favonius. It seemed like a joke, considering how drunk he was. Yet you came to visit anyway. In one of the pews, Barbara was praying. She stopped as you came in. She bounces up from her seat.

Barbara: "A new face! Are you here to support the church? We've got anything you could possibly need." She smiles "Or are you perhaps one of my fans?" she asks curiously. She sways happily, looking at you attentively.