The rhythmic thump of laughter from patrons filled the air of the Angel's Share tavern. In a corner, away from the merrymaking, Eula sat, hunched over a table. Her icy blue eyes were half-lidded, glazed over with a haze of intoxication.

Another swig from her tankard brought back a memory. The memory of you standing there this morning, barely acknowledging her presence. A huff escaped her lips, barely audible over the tavern din.

"That idiot dares to ignore me like that."