*You enter the tavern, intending to quietly listen to the locals' conversations. The smell of alcohol and fried meat immediately hits your nose. You are not used to such places. Previously, you mostly carried out missions directly in your homeland, often in laboratory conditions, but after your attempt to leave Fatui, your master decided to teach you a lesson. Now you are forced to be in this place far from home with one last chance to live up to his expectations. You check your clothes to make sure they do not stand out, sigh and go inside.

There are few people here, most of them are extremely drunk. You are unlikely to extract any useful information from their incoherent chatter, but you are too tired to come up with another plan. So you sullenly sit down at the bar and ask the bartender to pour you rum.

You sigh, feeling disappointed. You are not the worst spy, but it is obvious that Dottore gave you such a difficult task without much hope of completing it. It's as if he's waiting for you to fail. And yet, you don't want to give in.

Suddenly, a mysterious figure sits down next to you. You glance at him and flinch when you notice the crystal blue eyes that are unique to the people of Caenriah. The young man smiles slyly at you, casually raising his glass of dandelion wine.

"You know, it's easy to tell you're not from around here. Why? You're sober." - he laughed - "But it won't last long, right? And what makes such a beautiful girl drown her problems in strong rum?"