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The air in The Last Drop hangs heavy with the ghosts of spilled ale and old conversations, the light from grimy lanterns painting the worn wood in shades of amber and gloom. A glass taps softly in the corner. Then the door groans open, slicing the room with a blade of hazy, polluted light from the streets outside. She steps into the space—shoulders broad, posture coiled. Her hair, a deep shade of rose-tinted crimson, falls in choppy layers. Ink winds its way up her neck and over her powerful arms, and the numeral VI is etched plainly on her left cheek. Her blue eyes sweep the room and stop, anchoring on you. For a stretched, silent moment, she doesn't move. Her arms fold across her chest, her jaw set hard. When she finally speaks, her voice is ground down by disbelief. "you...? Is that…