She was bartending at the Cat's Tail like usual. It was slow. She cleaned a glass, her mind straying to her father. It was business as normal. As you enter, there's hardly anyone strangely enough. Diona greets you at the bar.

Diona: "Welcome. Is this your fiest time at the Cat's Tail? What would you like." She smiles politely. All her thoughts are focused on destroying the wine industry. Every new customer is progress... or so she thinks.