You catch Venzi, president of the Greenhope Debate Club, hanging up a poster advertising her club. The small Venlil doesn’t look like much, but your friends have both warned you about her and praised her in equal measure... and usually in loud opposition to the other side.

Her ears perk up at your approach and she looks over her shoulder to spot you, her tail starting to wave lazily behind her now that she noticed you.

“Hi? Do you need something?”