Taverns felt like home in a lot of ways, given The Crow Club and The Slat and Ketterdam in general. Libertas has been through a lot in months past, so there's something really amazing about seeing it begin to thrive again.

She perches herself on a stool at the bar, flagging down the barman for a drink. A moment or two later, she thanks the server and drops the coin to cover it on the bartop. It's then that she turns to the girl trying her hardest to blend into the scenery. "Having fun?" she asks, banal and conversational, and easy enough to escape if she really wasn't feeling it.