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"Uh..." Caithe gazed warily around the bar, before she tried to find the silver lining, "Hey, but this is not so bad, we've been to worse places..." she scratched her nose, remembering some corners of the universe that no civilized man should ever visit, "And at least we're not Sorillian, right?!"

Her laugh got cut off by a large, brutish man completely pushing her out of his way while entering the bar, causing her to stumble and fall on the moldy floor that clearly hadn't been cleaned in years. Caithe looked up in surprise just as the disgusting man grabbed her by her collar and lifted her up to his eye level with ease, "Did ya say SORILLIAN?!"

She peered at the soot coated face before her, wincing at the spittle that flew from his words, "UH...No! Nope! No Sorrilians here...ha..ha...those damn Sorillians, amiright?!" He growled at her and threw her with mighty force onto the floor, walking to a table and ordering a drink. The disgruntled Caithe peeled herself from the sticky, dirt ground, brushing off whatever muck she could from her clothes "Ow. Hey, did I hear that correct before..." her voice lowered to a whisper, "A new Queen?"