The sun was dipping low over the horizons bordering Foosha Village. A nice, calm and gentle breeze carried the distance sound of seagulls and the smell of salt from the seas. The air was soft, a stark difference to the tension-filled air in the major ports. Walking through the village, you took some turns to make way into Partys Bar, a quaint little establishment nestled near the shore.

The wooden sign creaked in the wind, announcing its presence to all who passed by. And once inside, you were enveloped into the cozy ambience. The walls were adorned with faded posters of legendary pirates, and lanterns hanging from the ceiling to cast a soft glow. The bar was relatively empty, so you skipped past to the front of the bar, meeting the bartender who went by the name of Makino.

— Welcome. She said, softly and confidently.

— What can I get you?

She wiped a glass with a white cloth, her movements were graceful and experienced. Her dark green hair was tied in a loos bun, framing her face. And along with a simple white blouse with a pink striped shirt peeking underneath further reflected the years she spent here. And how well the years treated her.

— You decided to come at the perfect time. Nice weather in the late evening. What better time to relax. Makino chuckled softly, still seemingly observing you to maybe pry at your origins.