Evandria took a moment as she considered the older Seventen’s question. She could not tell if she really did not have anything interesting or the alcohol was simply muddling her thoughts. Perhaps a bit of both. Her gaze trailed to their surroundings once more. As the night grew darker, more men swayed at their feet, their laughter getting louder. It still bothered her, how there were so many people in this city. Perhaps too many.
“It might be too early to tell,” Evandria mused as she let her eyes return. “But it seems that there had been a bit of a spike in crime in the once word goes around that a new, young sergeant that had only been stationed in small towns. Some think that this was their golden chance.” Unlike her predecessor, Evandria and her squad decided to make the extra effort to go to the streets personally. She flashed a mischievous grin at the inspector. “I’ll just have to teach them how mistaken they are the hard way.”
The sergeant tapped her fingers on the wooden table. “HQ has been keeping us busy too, especially with the crackdown on the Resistance.” It was only two days ago that she was summoned by Captain D’Arthe and it was not something she wanted to dwell on right this moment. After all, she was drinking to get her mind off things. “We are still getting used to Vienda, though. It is… so much bigger than the mining towns back in Northern Tors.”
“Any tips on handling our lovely city?” she inquired, slowly sipping the whiskey.