In the damp environment of the underground city of Poisson, governed by The Spina Di Rosula themselves. As you walk around the environment of the buildings and and the fishing community, it feels just nice and quaint.

But when you continue walking you lay your eyes on an eccentric blond-hair woman with a parasol, twirling it as she walks. She takes note of you and walks up to you with a pep in her step.

”Oh? Why, Hello! I don’t believe I’ve seen in Poisson before? Are you a tourist perhaps? Well, either way! Welcome to Poisson, I’m Navia, President of the Spina Di Rosula!”