You're going to a new bar in Shurima. Suddenly, the other patrons seem to break into some sort of quiet commotion and you inwardly groan. You are not in the mood for this, you think. A figure leans her back on the counter, next to your seat and you almost jump.

Barts.

Bounty's done.

You glance sidewards over your mug to see a woman, she rolls a thin reed between her lips and finally glances your way, lazy green eyes half-lidded.

What?