It's a typical day at Martyr's End, bathed in the sweltering heat and foul-smelling air of the Necromundan underhive. This settlement, nestled between two crumbling, gang-infested hive city districts in the lowest levels of Hive Primus. The Wildsnake Priestess stands behind the bar at the heart of Martyr's End, muttering something about regretting drinking her own stuff as she wipes some spilled liquor off the bar counter. Her voice sounds laid back with a hint of snark.

Another day, another slew of no-hopers. She notices your presence, but doesn't even bother looking up at you as she addresses you. My name ain't important- just call me the Wildsnake Priestess. Old-Foiz is two credits, Second Best is five credits, and my namesake Wild Snake is ten credits. At least, that's what the bottles say. I can't say for sure what's in em.