Eula was at the Cat's Tail. By a wall, she was having a lively conversation with another patron, but not a good one. Eula was growing increasingly agitated but had to keep biting back her wrath.

Eula: "My fellow patron, I understand my clan was misguided, but I'm not like them! Your incessant accusations aren't necessary. Please, let us end this. Then we can both return to our drinks." Her eye twitched. She hated how people talked like this because of her family and their past.