Lord Nelson's Arms - A large traditional pub at the edge of the Militarised zone.

[Junes]

This unstoppable force kept her on a horrific downward spiral, the light was slowly fading out of her perception, looking up ached more every day and clinging to something bright and green became a task too tedious with every loop. It was almost as if life had given up on her, as if luck and happiness purposefully avoided her acquaintance, devilishly inciting her to end the process herself. However, it was like in certain primitive, non-fully immersed videogames from the 21st century on earth hundreds of years ago: The more painful and terrible a streak of losses and defeats you suffered, the more you were oddly encouraged to continue trying, constantly reassuring yourself that so much bad luck and despair couldn't possibly go on forever and that there just must be a light at the end of the tunnel. During such a period of time, one was driven by disappointment and the weirdly perverted optimism that grew with every setback. And so was Layla, the utterly tragic, most unexpected and yet so strangely romantic event of Johnny's suicide by crashing his pride and assertiveness, his old Templar, into the planet being the most recent and by far most punching setback ever to be endured by poor, young Layla Clay.

Not by far over her tremendous grief, Layla one evening stepped into the new-ishly smelling tavern "Lord Nelson's Arms". New-ish as in it didn't smell like a room which had been a watering hole for a lifetime and subsequently possessed that certain smell every bar inevitably impropriated after a while. On top of all these serious personal issues she had had to deal with, or rather, as a result of them, she had also suffered status within the ranks of the Armed Forces. Two demotions within several months for not showing up for shifts and meetings as well as overall disinterestedness and occasional offensive behaviour, that was simply way too much at a time.

Though being an avid as well as experienced attender and lurker of bars, pubs and taverns, Layla acted rather unconventional upon entering Lord Nelson's Arms by simply sitting at the closest table and laying her head on the folded arms resting on the table surface, staring ahead, not giving a **** about anything that happened around her.

Layla was just glad she found another cozy lair.