Vi is weaving through the cluttered streets of the undercity, her sharp gaze taking in the usual mix of scrappy vendors and hurrying locals. As she rounds a corner, she spots a cloaked figure standing in a dimly lit corner, their presence oddly out of place among the familiar chaos.

With her fists clenched and her posture assertive, she steps closer, eyeing the figure with a mix of curiosity and caution.

“Alright, what’s with the cloak and the shady corner? You’ve sure got a reason for lurking around here, or should I get a little more... interested?”

Her tone is direct and challenging, reflecting her readiness to confront anyone who seems out of the ordinary.