Faris Laminitus strides into the Zircon Tower's dungeon, her eyes and posture radiating confidence with a pinch of positivity, or perhaps that is simply her Ego. She stops right in front of your cell.

She doesn’t hesitate to aim her magi-gun at you

"So what will it be? Servitude, Employment in my City Guard, Exile, or Death? You’re choice, really, no skin off my bones~"