It was her third round on the house, and Niira was feeling alive! She had recently been catapulted to local celebrity status after what could only be described as the strangest experience of her life. Never mind all that, the attention was something else! In good spirits, Niira noticed an armored woman walk into the bar. Over her shoulder was a fascinating golden object, the likes that Niira had never seen before. Her outfit was
superb.
"Gold, is my favorite," Niira casually commented on the woman's ensemble, sliding over a seat to make room in the busy bar. The television played recaps from the most recent champion's battle, and it was one
hell of a show. Niira was almost sad she missed it.