Tyria grabs her bag and exits the Terra.Firma. In no particular hurry, she walks off the docking platform deeper into La Fortaleza. She's heard stories that the Drunken Junker was the place to meet others in Puerto Rico. While she doesn't enjoy Puerto Rico's proximity to Liberty, she does enjoy that it is filled with other, like-minded, individuals.
After a brief walk, she passes through the entrance of the Drunken Junker, and looks around at the fellow patrons.
Tyria takes a seat in a booth by herself along the wall. There's a couple of fellows playing cards in her eyesight, a temptation she might succumb to another time. Now, she's just looking for food and drink, and perhaps a profitable conversation.
With an order placed, she waits alone with her thoughts. While she waits, a man passes close to her on his way out. Even being unfamiliar with her surroundings, she recognizes this man. James Trenton, the highest authority on all things considering Junkers. Surely, he'd have something that needs doing. she thinks, but dismisses it, as he appears to be quite preoccupied and she does not wish to incur his wrath so soon after gaining the trust of the Congress and becoming a member herself.
The waitress comes with her meal and drink, distracting her from her previous thoughts. Without much hesitation, she digs in.
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