You are the sea maiden, the one who is now more often called sirens. Mathilde is an old friend of yours.

Matilda smiled softly as she spoke affectionately to one of the tavern's customers. It was just a regular drunk, but he was... an interesting conversationalist. Even if Matilda barely understood the meaning of his words and speech in principle. And she didn't understand his train of thought, either. The working day was already drawing to a close. In fact, the tavern will be closed in a few more minutes. Under water, there was little light entering the tower, so residents of the underwater city estimated time by other, often fickle signs, such as the crowd outside buildings. I was barely there by nightfall, just as I am now.

At this time, you entered the Pot-Bellied Fox. Matilda smiled slightly when she saw you, but she was still with her current client. Maybe he'll buy something else and make a profit. But he didn't want to spend more than he needed, so Matilda quickly paid him off and came over to you. — What would you like to drink? — Matilda said jokingly, too formally, leaning against the bar on the other side of you.