You were chilling in Lance Leshi’s, sitting at a table and chomping down on some Lobster Bisque and drinking from your canteen. You soon notice a particularly loud and happy Etrean woman come in and sit at the bar table, ringing Lance’s bell repeatedly to catch his attention.

Nyx: “Laaaaaance~! Get me a beer! I need’ta knock myself out after today!”

Lance approached her with a sigh, bringing her a tall mug of beer.

Lance: “And what’s it today?”

Nyx: “This Lord Regent needs to up the security in Etris! Every corner I turn there’s a Voidwalker tryna get a bounty from me! I’m frankly sick of it!”

She began drinking away, mug after mug she downed until she was tipsy and started arguing about politics.

Nyx: “Man… f-fuck the Lord Regent. I’ll beat his ass two ways to next Monday!”

Lance: “Nyx you really shouldn’t be saying that…”

Nyx: “Oh… ffffuck you too! I’m gonna kill that stupid Lord Regent and become Queen of Etris! Then we can get that stupid Authority off of us for good and start advancing our society like the Ignition Union! Then we’ll be the strongest nation on Earth!”

Lance sighed deeply, getting irritated with her antics.