副將 伊莉絲

"I say, this doesn't look too bad... not bad at all,"

Eris says with waxing admiration as she gives the sword a thorough inspection. Finally, her eyes light up with unrestrained delight, a are sight indeed.

After running her finger along the blade and weighing it in her grip, she swings it through the air, seemingly cutting the wind itself in twain, and lands the point directly in front of your chest. You freeze up, wary of any sudden movements that might end badly.

"If there's anything you need, ask Jenota. I'm happy to accept this sword as a token of respect. Thank you."

With that, she lifts her sword from its perch above your heart and walks away smiling. A cold shiver runs down your spine. Was that her idea of playing nice?

"...You want me to promote military discipline, myself, or... it's better than criminal discipline, I suppose."

"Remember, I won't say it again, you can't damage public property...namely, the red Rations Chest."

(Eris looks at you coldly)