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This whole place was, as far as Monza was concerned, a fucking nightmare. Everywhere you turned there was some sort of rule in place to prevent people from being able to live and enjoy themselves. Apparently, some bastard could insult her on the street all he wanted, but when, after five minutes of being heckled for what was apparently considered a ridiculous outfit, she broke his nose with a well-aimed punch, people were shocked and someone said they'd bring in the authorities. She'd ignored it, of course, and walked on, determined to at least sweeten the day with some drink.

Only, she didn't have any ID, and apparently paying in good gold coin was somehow also not customary here. They paid in bits of paper, instead, and while she'd sometimes done the same with papers from Valint & Balk, the fact that proper metal had been replaced rankled her. She'd even offered to part with double the worth of the bottle, but to no avail. When bribery didn't work, she'd turned to threats, and before long she was being hauled out by two rather large persons.

"A fucking bottle for some fucking gold! It doesn't get fucking fairer than that! If I had my steel here, I'd -" was all she got out, and then she was dumped, rather unceremoniously, on the ground outside, knocking the wind out of her.

This was not how she wanted the day to go.