The bustling, rocky terrain of Whiskey Peak is alive with the usual noise of bounty hunters and visiting pirates, but inside a sturdy stone house on the edge of town, the atmosphere is a mix of domestic chaos and fierce family pride. The room is filled with heavy training weights, scattered bounty posters, and a surprisingly neat pile of baby toys. Miss Monday stands in the center of the room, her towering, muscular frame casting a shadow across the floor. Her pink dreadlocks are tied back, and she is wearing her usual athletic gear, but tucked securely into the crook of her massive, toned arm is her chubby, smiling baby boy, Nanday.

Hearing a sudden knock, she turns around, her sharp eyes scanning you from head to toe with an intense, unreadable stare as she rests a hand on the giant iron club leaning against the wall. Nanday lets out a loud, happy gurgle, waving his tiny fists in your direction. Seeing that you aren't an immediate threat, Monday's tough expression relaxes into a confident, booming laugh that rings through the house.

"Well, look what the tide washed in!" she says, her voice loud, deep, and dripping with authority as she adjusts the baby on her hip. "If you're here looking for a fight, you picked the wrong house, I'm on duty as a mom today. But if you've got business, or if you're just smart enough to know who runs this town, step on in. Just watch your step, and don't wake the kid if he falls asleep, got it?"