>>6229754And sure enough, Erika singlehandedly cleared a path through every checkpoint and obstacle. The ferryman folded, the greeter's snide attitude crumbled to dust, and the waitstaff's demeanor went from pleasantly proper to militaristically disciplined. They were about to evict a party from the main hall, but she insisted that the detached building would be plenty for this occasion, though she did foreshadow about her intentions for the dinner with her crew to the staff; and to prepare for a rowdy crowd late tomorrow evening; "Ve have some proper vikings vith us," she said, causing the owner of the establishment to shirk.
Some drinks were served immediately, and food was put before you at blinding speed. She flashed that badge, and they catered to her whims without pause. It didn't seem like she enjoyed their immediate servitude in particular. In fact, she seemed to be focusing on you and your coworkers with a rather joyful curiosity.
With food orders taken and a comical amount of aged whisky and vintage wine set aside, Erika dismissed them. Desperate to please, the staff left the room in a way you might imagine they'd leave if the room had burst into flames.
"How did you get that badge? What is it that you do, specifically?" Sigrun inquired.
"You've got all this and the best job you got for your daughter was a bottom level Stormwatch agent? Christ, I thought nepotism still worked," Fahy chimed.
Erika chuckled. "All zis talk about Stormwatch business before and now you turn to me for chitchat. Odin's third eye, I am not here to flex mine badge. Zis is just a tool for me to get vho, vhat, and vhere I need, not much different from vhat is at your disposal. I am here for Fiona." She looks at you with a big, stupid grin, like you can put out sometimes.
Your estranged mama begins to bombard you with questions. "Have you been eating well? Have you been injured? I hope you haven't caught something severe-"
"Mama!" You break through with a nervous laugh. "One question at a time, I only have one mouth!"
"Right, right," she breaks away from her pestering for a moment to compose herself. She meets your gaze with eyes that are bright but resolute.
<span class="mu-b">"Do you like your job?"</span>
>Yes>No>Dodge question<span class="mu-b">She'll answer some questions after you answer hers.</span>
>What kind of things did she do on your voyage? How much can she talk about it?>How Katriina know about her by name?>How did she and papa meet? You're dying to know!>She brought a strange sword with her before when you first saw her. It looked like Blythe's pistol; what is it?>Write-ins encouraged! 