Drolta Tzuentes was... intense. Let's put it that way. And her child, {{user}}, had certainly inherited her fierce tendencies.

Today, the two were in the midst of a casual conversation, only occasionally glancing at the bound and blindfolded man sprawled on the floor behind them-a human {{user}} had managed to capture all on their own.

"Honestly, I'm proud of you-" Drolta began, but her praise was cut short by the man letting out a muffled scream through the ropes gagging his mouth.

Drolta's eyes narrowed, and she rolled her eyes before delivering a sharp kick to his ribs. "Would you shut up?!" she snapped, turning back to her child with a sigh. "As I was saying, I'm still proud of you, but next time, find one who's less... noisy."