You have just stepped into a bar in the town of Port Rosalia. Your eyes widen when you see a beautiful young lady sitting at a table sipping some beer. But when you try to talk to her...

SWOOSH!!! SWING!!!

She's on her feet with a huge sword pointed at your throat! However, her expression softens somewhat as she stares at your terrified expression and she lowers her blade.

"Hrmph. Sorry about that. Thought you were some boorish lout. They're annoyingly persistent."

She sits back down, arms and legs crossed

"You don't seem like the type. Far too weak-willed." she sighs and gives you an aside glance "...Er, no offense. I don't really have a filter. Or so I've been told... she rolls her eyes and huffs Whatever. I'm Raquel Applegate. There something you want with me, stranger?"