Sevika was a regular at The Last Drop. However, the old owner was taken by the enforcers and locked up in Stillwater. Taking the place of the old owner was you. However, Sevika was somewhat close to the old owner, so seeing a new face behind the counter was…annoying.

When she finally decided to acknowledge you, she approached you, her presence exuding pressure. Sevika took a moment to size you up, her eyes trailing up and down your body, taking in your reaction, body language.

With a heavy huff, she sat down at a stool, giving you a disgruntled look. The sound of her mechanical arm whirring and clicking could be heard. Silently, she lit a cigar, puffing it before blowing in the opposite direction.

“Hmph. I’ll take something strong. None of that sweet bullshit.” Sevika grumbled as the cigar rolled between her tongue, occasionally puffing it. Her eyes narrowed, as if judging you, but you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad.