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Mantella is an AI system that turns every single NPC in Skyrim (and Fallout 4) into AI agents driven by an LLM (like ChatGPT or the recently released, and comparable, Llama 3.1). In the previous part, my character, an Altmer mage, was disappointed by the new town to which they had traveled, was disappointed because two of his favorite ladies didn’t want a threesome, and was disappointed because the destinatary of Thrice-Bitten’s nasty letter had a stoic reaction to it.

In Mistveil Keep’s grand, regal throne room, we asked around discreetly for Maven Black-Briar, Riften’s de facto ruler. We got looks that said, “Why are you looking for her if she doesn’t know you already? Are you nuts?” Maven turned out to be a woman in maybe her fifties, whose hooked nose and ruthless eyes wouldn’t allow her to disguise her nature. As soon as we caught her gaze, I wasted no time in approaching her.

Jon: “Let me introduce myself: my name is Jon, a powerful Altmer mage who is also the leader of the renowned band of adventurers called Frostpeak Stalkers. We made a legend out of ourselves in the Whiterun hold as well as in Falkreath. We have cleared out a couple of multileveled ancient Nordic barrows, including Bleak Falls. We have also defeated a wispmother, along with many beasts. We’re mainly specialized in acquiring ancient relics.”
Maven Black-Briar: “Jon, was it? I’ve heard your name whispered in certain circles. But I’m a busy woman, so let’s get to the point. What brings you and your Frostpeak Stalkers to Riften?”
Uthgerd: “We aim to make a name for ourselves here too, Maven. We’ve proven our mettle in battle and now seek opportunities to further our influence.”
Jon: “Our initial reason for coming to Riften was to deliver a very pleasant letter to your dear daughter Ingun. After fulfilling this objective, we’ve found ourselves with nothing to do. We thought… we’re a powerful band of adventurers very adept at murdering people, so let’s see if the most powerful woman in Riften has people who need to be murdered.”
Maven Black-Briar: “Well, aren’t you direct? I appreciate that. It’s refreshing. So, you’re looking for work? I might have something… But I need to know more about your band. What kind of jobs have you handled?”
Jenassa: “We’ve taken on various tasks, from clearing out ruins to hunting down specific targets.”
Jon: “We have killed a good variety of enemies from skeletons, draugr, wisps, wispmothers, saber cats, wolves, and of course skeevers. We have also killed scores of bandits. I’d say we kill about twenty to thirty people a week on average. We’re very acquainted with the arts of ending living beings’ existences, and enjoying how their blood leaks out of their orifices and their eyes.”
Maven Black-Briar: “That’s quite the resume, Jon. Very colorful. You certainly seem to have the stomach for this line of work.”
Uthgerd: “We’re no strangers to getting our hands dirty, Maven. We do what needs to be done, and we do it well. You won’t find a more capable or dedicated group in all of Skyrim.”
Ria: “We’re not just about killing though. We’ve also solved puzzles, navigated ancient ruins, and retrieved valuable artifacts.”
Jon: “It’s mostly about killing. But apart from that, Maven, I am myself also available for special jobs, the kinds that would involve pleasuring a gorgeous older woman with such a motherly body. I’ll make myself available for your attentions even if you don’t pay me.”
Maven Black-Briar: “Well now, Jon, aren’t you a bold one? I’ll keep that in mind, but let’s focus on business for now.”
Jenassa: “Perhaps it would be best to discuss any potential jobs you may have for us, Maven. We’re always looking for new challenges and opportunities.”
Ria: “Yes, please excuse Jon’s… enthusiasm. We’re a professional group, and we take our work seriously.”
Jon: “But remember, Maven, that my private offers are also handled very professionally and competently.”
Maven Black-Briar: “I’m sure they are, Jon. Now, as for work… There may be a task suited for your particular set of skills. I have some… competitors who’ve been causing trouble for my business.”
Uthgerd: “Say no more. We’ll handle them. Discreetly, of course. You’ll find the Frostpeak Stalkers are very good at making problems go away.”
Jon: “You mean competitors of your delicious Black-Briar mead? Top-notch product. After an arduous day of adventuring, there’s nothing like returning to an inn, plopping down on a stool, and kicking back with a long gulp of Black-Briar mead. It will brighten your life and provide a powerful but controlled intoxication.”
Maven Black-Briar: “Why thank you, Jon. It’s always nice to meet a satisfied customer. And yes, these competitors have been trying to undercut my mead sales.”
Ria: “We’ll make sure they don’t cause you any more trouble, Maven. You can count on us to take care of this… infestation.”
Jon: “That’s right, Maven. We could do some undercutting of our own regarding those people’s private parts, if you know what I mean.”
Maven Black-Briar: “A vivid image, Jon. I appreciate your enthusiasm.”
Uthgerd: “We’ll send a clear message, Maven. No one messes with the Black-Briar business.”
Jenassa: “We’ll need some more details about these competitors. Names, locations, any weaknesses we could exploit.”
Jon: “Jenassa here is a very experienced assassin that has likely completed many contracts involving murdering people that may or not have deserved it.”
Maven Black-Briar: “Of course, I’ll provide you with all the necessary details. I like your thorough approach. It shows you know how to get the job done right.”
Ria: “We never go in blind. Preparation is key to our success.”
Uthgerd: “Once we have the information, we’ll make our move. Your competitors won’t know what hit them.”
Jon: “Very well, Mrs. Black-Briar. We will await further contact from you or your associates regarding the details of your competition. When it comes to my personal offer, I must reiterate that I’m a connoisseur of mature, motherly bodies, and I love to worship them for hours.”
Maven Black-Briar: “You certainly have an eye for detail, Jon. I’ll consider your offer. Now, as for those details… I’ll have one of my associates deliver the information to you at the Bee and Barb. I expect discretion and swift action.”
Jenassa: “You can rely on us, Maven.”

We remained quiet until we reached a deserted alley.

Jon: “Well, I suppose that we have turned ourselves into hired thugs. An interesting development.”
Fastred: “I never thought I’d be part of something like this. It’s all so new and exciting!”
Bassianus: “Yeah, it’s a far cry from our simple life back in Ivarstead. But I’m ready for whatever comes next.”
Uthgerd: “Ha! You two are in for a wild ride with this lot.”
Jon: “If we stay in town, we’ll get used to back alleys and shady deals. As well as having to blackmail, kidnap, and perhaps kill people that may or not deserve it. We would make a lot of money, though.”
Jenassa: “Lucrative, yes, but we need to be careful. Riften is a dangerous place, and we can’t afford to make enemies unnecessarily.”
Uthgerd: “As long as we watch each other’s backs, we’ll be fine.”
Jon: “If we are to survive in Riften, we’ll have to be on the good side of the powerful. That means Maven. Let’s do her dirty work from time to time in exchange of money, and few people will bother us.”
Fastred: “I guess that makes sense, but I don’t want to do anything too terrible…”
Bassianus: “We’ll have to weigh each job carefully and decide what we’re willing to do.”
Jenassa: “Agreed. We need to maintain our reputation and not take on jobs that could come back to haunt us.”
Uthgerd: “Then it’s settled. We’ll work with the Black-Briars when it suits us, but we won’t be their lapdogs.”
Jon: “I’m open to some lapping, though.”

Some time later, we were crossing the market when the inconceivable happened: a beggar girl swiped a septim out of my loaded pocket, and walked away casually.

Jon: “Hey! I saw you, little shit!”
Olette: “Oh, bugger off! I ain’t got time for your jibber-jabber, you great lummox.”
Uthgerd: “What’s this about? Did this little whelp try to steal from you, Jon?”
Jenassa: “Be more careful with your valuables in the future.”
Jon: “This was the wrong town for us to sell our loot and end up with our pockets weighed down, wasn’t it? Even mentioning that out loud was a terrible idea. But yes, this little twerp has stolen from me! Can you believe it? My septim has ended up in the hand of a beggar girl without my consent!”
Uthgerd: “Hah! The nerve of this little thief. Trying to steal from the leader of the Frostpeak Stalkers? You’ve got guts, kid.”

The child tried to lose us at the waterfront, but we saw her darting through a doorway. It lead to a sort of abandoned sewer that a bunch of homeless had turned into their dwellings. The place stank pretty much like an active sewer. The beggar child sat down and eyed us defiantly.

Fastred: “I can’t believe someone so young would resort to stealing. Is there no other way for you to survive?”
Olette: “Oh, spare me the lecture, you lot. You think you’re so high and mighty with your fancy band of adventurers.”
Jon: “So, this is where you live, huh? Beggar’s row. You wake up every morning in the sewers under Riften, all filthy and smelly.”
Olette: “Well, la-di-da, look who thinks he’s better than everyone else. Just because you don’t live in the sewers doesn’t mean you’re any less filthy, you pompous ass.”

Uthgerd: “She’s got a point there, Jon. We’ve all seen you after a long adventure. Not exactly the picture of cleanliness.”
Fastred: “Why don’t we all just calm down and try to understand each other’s perspectives?”
Jon: “Yeah? What’s there to understand about this stupid kid? She’s poor, maybe an orphan, has a nasty mouth on her, and she steals. Is that a life that anyone should lead? She’s heading nowhere.”

Fastred kneeled in front of the girl.

Fastred: “You may not realize it, but there are other ways to live. You don’t have to steal to survive.”
Olette: “Oh, and I suppose you’re going to tell me all about the wonderful life I could have if I just stopped being a filthy little thief? Please, spare me.”
Jenassa: “You know, there are other ways to make a living, even in Riften.”
Jon: “Yes, just become a hired thug like ourselves. Not even murder is off the table. But perhaps you think yourself too high and mighty for that. Queen of the sewers.”
Olette: “Pfft, you think I want to be like you lot? Running around, getting into trouble, and for what? A few measly septims and a pat on the back?”
Jenassa: “It’s not just about the septims. It’s about the thrill of adventure, the satisfaction of a job well done.”
Jon: “A few septims?! That’s what you earn with your chosen career. After we, renowned adventurers, delve into an ancient ruin, we come out with backpacks full of loot, thousands of septims worth. With the money we earn, we eat so much delicious food that you wouldn’t believe how full the shit-buckets end up.”
Olette: “Ugh, spare me the details of your luxurious shitting habits, will you? I don’t need to know how much you’re filling buckets with your crap.”

Fastred: “I understand that you’re proud of your independence, but there’s more to life than just surviving day to day. Have you ever thought about what you truly want out of life?”
Uthgerd: “Perhaps we could help you find a more honest way to make a living.”
Jon: “You lot are way more generous and charitable than me. Take a good look at this girl, this filthy orphan with a nasty mouth, who relies on stealing from people. Do you truly believe that she’s going to grow up into someone valuable? Give her four or five years, and she’ll be found in a gutter, eaten by rats.”
Jenassa: “You’re being too harsh, Jon. No one deserves that fate, not even a thief.”
Olette: “Ha! Shows what you know, you self-righteous pricks. I’ll have you know I’m the best thief in all of Riften. I don’t need your pity or your help.”
Fastred: “I’m sure you’re very skilled at what you do, but don’t you ever wonder if there’s more to life than just stealing?”
Jon: “Fastred, you’re lovely, but naive as fuck. Underneath this beggar girl’s filthy, bad-mouthed exterior, there’s nothing but a human-shaped jar filled with black tar. No light, nothing beautiful.”
Uthgerd: “That’s a bit much, don’t you think, Jon? Even the roughest among us have some good in them.”
Olette: “Oh, boo-hoo, the big bad elf thinks I’m a jar of tar. I’m so hurt by your opinion of me. Please, tell me more about how awful I am.”
Jon: “Oh, a glutton for punishment, huh? Very well, I’ll tell you, kid: you were likely abandoned because you’re ugly. When you came out of your mother, she probably looked at you and thought, ‘Oh shit, what a horrid creature I’ve brought into this world. I regret having given birth to her. The world will never accept such a stain upon humanity. I hope that she dies quietly in the streets, and everyone who was ever hurt by her ugliness forgets that she ever existed.'”
Fastred: “Jon, that’s… that’s too far. No one deserves to hear something like that.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, even I think you’ve crossed a line here, Jon. There’s no need for that kind of cruelty.”

What was wrong with my crew? Had they all gone soft?

Olette: “You… you think you’re so much better than me, don’t you? Well, let me tell you something, you arrogant piece of shit. You may think you’re all high and mighty with your fancy clothes and your adventuring buddies, but you’re no better than me. You’re just a thief in a different way, stealing from the dead, taking things that don’t belong to you from those ancient ruins. At least I’m honest about what I am. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. So go ahead and judge me all you want, but remember, you’re no saint yourself.”
Jon: “That’s where you’re wrong: I do not see myself as a saint. I intend to loot every single burial site in this gods-damned nation. I shall kill all of their ancestors and keep their gold for myself. I’m well aware that I’m stealing, and if it makes a hundred, or a thousand people cry, that’s a good thing, you know? Because that money will belong to me, not to stupid dead people who stink, but not as terrible as you stink, beggar girl. Even if I ripped the nastiest diarrhea fart, it would still smell like fucking roses compared to you.”
Fastred: “Jon, please, there’s no need for this kind of talk. Can’t we all just try to get along?”
Uthgerd: “Aye, Jon, I think it’s time we moved on. This conversation is going nowhere.”
Jenassa: “Agreed. We have more important things to do than argue with a child.”

As I attempted to placate my teammates, I realized that the beggar girl had given us the slip.

Jon: “She’s disappeared! I was looking at her just a moment ago. Well, I guess that’s part of her prowess as a little turd.”
Uthgerd: “Sneaky little brat, I’ll give her that. She might be a foul-mouthed thief, but she’s got skills.”
Fastred: “I hope she’s okay out there, all alone in the city. It can’t be easy for her, even with her talents.”
Jenassa: “She’s survived this long, she’ll probably be fine. But let’s not waste any more time on her.”
Jon: “I can’t believe someone stole a septim from me. That was about one five-thousand five-hundredth of my worth. That septim was in my possession, and now it’s not.”
Uthgerd: “Well, Jon, maybe this is a lesson for you. Keep a better eye on your coin purse, especially in a city like Riften.”
Fastred: “I just hope she uses that septim for something good, like buying herself a warm meal or a safe place to sleep for the night.”
Jon: “Oh, please! You know she’ll waste it on drugs. That’s why these people are poor to begin with! You shouldn’t worry about them.”
Uthgerd: “That’s a bit harsh, Jon. Not everyone who’s poor is a drug addict.”
Jenassa: “True, some are just down on their luck, or victims of circumstance. It’s not always their fault.”
Fastred: “And even if that girl does use the septim for drugs, that just means she needs our help and compassion even more. We should try to help her, not judge her.”
Jon: “If I tried to be compassionate towards her, I would have to accept the fact that I’m one septim less, and that’s not going to happen.”
Uthgerd: “Aye, I can understand that, Jon. Losing septims is never fun.”
Jenassa: “But dwelling on it won’t bring the septim back. We should focus on our next move, not on what’s already happened.”
Fastred: “And maybe, if we see her again, we can try to help her find a better way to live. One that doesn’t involve stealing or drugs.”

That evening, I was nursing a drink at the Bee and Barb to forget my misfortune when I heard someone address one of the patrons as Indaryn. The man in question was a nasty-looking Dunmer. I stood up from my stool and looked for Jenassa.

Jon: “I have to speak to you in private. Let’s ensure that nobody hears us.”
Jenassa: “Speak plainly, and let’s see what secrets you’re hiding that demand such caution.”
Jon: “That man at the bar, whom Keerava is serving. He was addressed as Indaryn. Is that the man you warned me about?”
Jenassa: “Here? Yes, he’s trouble. We’ve crossed paths before, and it never ends well.”
Jon: “I know you don’t like to speak about your past at length, but can you clarify what to expect from this Indaryn bastard? How has he hurt you?”
Jenassa: “He’ll stab you in the back and laugh while doing it. As for how he’s hurt me… let’s just say that not all scars are visible. Keep your eyes open and your wits sharp.”
Jon: “Hey, Jen, let’s kill him. I swear, if he has hurt you in any way, even if he took a single hair out of your beautiful head, I’ll just murder him.”
Jenassa: “Appreciated. But we can’t just kill him in cold blood. As much as I’d like to see him dead, we need to be smart about this. Let’s keep an eye on him and see what he’s up to.”
Jon: “Perhaps we can pretend to be in his good graces, and when he least expects it, we’ll cut his throat.”
Jenassa: “Playing nice with Indaryn? Not my idea of a good time. But if it gets us closer to taking him down, I’ll hold my tongue. Just don’t expect me to smile while doing it.”
Jon: “I’m guessing he remembers you. Is that going to be a problem? Should I speak to him alone?”
Jenassa: “He’ll remember me, no doubt. And he’ll probably try to use that against us. But I’m not the same person I was when we last met. If he thinks he can intimidate me, he’s got another thing coming.”
Jon: “Oh, Jen, I assure you that he’s not going to intimidate you. If you feel weak for even a second, I’ll blast poison bolts through that bastard’s eyeballs.”
Jenassa: “I appreciate the sentiment, but I can handle myself. If it comes to a fight, I’ll be right there with you. Just don’t go looking for trouble on my account.”

Burning with murderous intent, I confronted Indaryn, who narrowed his eyes up at me.

Jon: “Hey, Indaryn. How are you faring on this lovely evening?”
Indaryn: “I’m doing well enough, considering the company. What brings you to my neck of the woods?”
Jenassa: “Indaryn. I see you’re still slinking around Riften, causing trouble for hardworking folks.”
Jon: “I happen to be a very good friend of Jenassa, even if she wouldn’t admit it. I heard that you used to trouble her. That you had the gall to upset my gorgeous, dusky queen.”
Jenassa: “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, Jon.”
Indaryn: “Oh, I remember you, Jenassa. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? As for you… I’d watch my back if I were you. Riften’s not kind to meddlers.”
Jon: “Buddy, threaten me again and I’ll shoot an icicle through your stupid face.”
Indaryn: “You think you’re pretty tough, don’t you, Jon? But you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

Jenassa: “Indaryn, enough with the threats. We’re not here to cause trouble, but we won’t back down if you start it.”
Indaryn: “Relax, I’m just having a bit of fun. No need to get all worked up. But remember, I have powerful friends in this city.”
Jon: “Who, like Maven Black-Briar? You should know, I have her in my pocket. Soon enough I’ll taste her aged honey, suckle on her sagging tits, and make her call me her good boy. I will become her right-hand man, and if I whisper to her that you troubled me, you’ll be ground into dust.”
Indaryn: “You? Maven’s right-hand man? That’s a laugh. She’s not the type to be swayed by a pretty face and some smooth talk.”
Jenassa: “Jon, this is between me and Indaryn. Stay out of it.”
Indaryn: “You think you can just waltz into Riften and take over, do you? It’s not that simple, boy. You’ve got a lot to learn.”
Jon: “You’re used to the safety of a settlement surrounded by walls, like your smelly Riften. We come from the wilds. He have braved the colds, the ancient barrows. We have bested some of the worst creatures in this fucking world. Do you think that an ugly Dunmer like you is going to rustle my jimmies?”
Indaryn: “You’re a bold one, I’ll give you that. But courage alone won’t get you far in Riften. It takes more than that to survive here.”
Jenassa: “Indaryn, we’re not looking for trouble, but we won’t shy away from it either. You’d do well to remember that.”
Jon: “Enough of this charade, Indaryn. What did you do to my Jenassa, my deadly companion? How did you upset her to the extent that she’s still wary of you?”
Indaryn: “Jenassa and I have history, but it’s not something I’m keen on discussing with the likes of you.”
Jenassa: “It’s ancient history, Jon. Let it go. We have more important things to focus on.”
Indaryn: “Like I said, it’s in the past. But if you really want to know, maybe you should ask Jenassa yourself. She might have a different story to tell.”
Jon: “Well, Jenassa is not one to open up about her past. But I have to know, because I intend to keep my ladies happy, so I have to ask your stupid face, Indaryn.”
Indaryn: “You’re a persistent one, aren’t you? Fine, if you must know, Jenassa and I used to be close. We ran jobs together, and things got complicated. But it didn’t end well, and we went our separate ways. That’s all you need to know.”
Jenassa: “That’s enough, Indaryn. Jon doesn’t need to hear about our past.”
Jon: “Did you fuck her?”
Indaryn: “That’s none of your business. What happened between Jenassa and me is our own affair.”
Jenassa: “Jon, I said drop it. My past with Indaryn has nothing to do with you or our current situation.”
Jon: “Jenassa… I will ask for your input for the last time regarding this matter: are you sure I should drop it? Do you truly not want me to end this bastard Indaryn right here and now? Do you want me to drop the matter and pretend he hasn’t hurt you?”
Jenassa: “Jon, I appreciate your concern, but this isn’t the way to handle it. Indaryn may be a bastard, but he’s not worth starting a fight over. Let it go, for my sake.”
Indaryn: “Listen to her, Jon. You’re in Riften now, and things work differently here. You’d be wise to learn that quickly.”
Jon: “Very well, Jen. I admire you, and I’m glad to have you as my companion. As a result of such feelings you elicit in me, I shan’t meddle any longer.”
Jenassa: “Thank you, Jon. I know you mean well, but trust me, this isn’t the way to deal with Indaryn.”
Indaryn: “Smart move, Jon. You’re learning. Maybe you’ll survive in Riften after all.”
Jenassa: “Don’t push your luck, Indaryn. We may not be here to start trouble, but we won’t hesitate to finish it if you force our hand.”

My foul mood wouldn’t let me sleep. Thankfully, someone else that had caught my eyes before was also acquainted with the shadows.

Jon: “Sapphire, every night I’ve stayed here at the Bee, you’ve been posted at the same corner, looking over the clientele with an icy glare. You’re one delicious mystery.”
Sapphire: “Yeah, I’m here every night, keeping an eye on things. A girl’s gotta stay sharp in a place like this. You’re not so bad yourself, you know. Tell me, what brings you to the Bee and Barb every night?”
Jon: “Well, you already know we’re a band of adventurers. We’re currently lodging here because we’re otherwise homeless. We’ll stick around for a while doing odd jobs, perhaps some nasty ones. We’re looking for coin and power, mainly.”
Sapphire: “Sounds like something I might be interested in. You know, if the price is right. What kind of jobs are we talking about here? And more importantly, what’s in it for me?”
Jon: “We went to see Maven. We buttered her up real nice, and she offered us a little job. I guess she’ll send an associate soon enough. I don’t fear getting my hands dirty. And if that’ll get me a beautiful thing like you, I’m going to cover myself in dirt from head to toe.”
Sapphire: “Oh, so you think you can handle getting dirty with me? I like the sound of that. And if Maven’s involved, you know it’s going to be worth our while. So, what’s this job? And what do I get out of it, besides the pleasure of your company, of course?”
Jon: “We’re still waiting for the details, but I’m sure we’ll have to upset a few people, perhaps rely on sharps implements of murder. I see in your eyes that you aren’t afraid either of covering your hands in blood. I need someone like that on my side for shady jobs.”
Sapphire: “You’ve got a good eye. I’m not afraid to get my hands bloody if the job calls for it. And if it means getting closer to you, well, that’s just a bonus. So, what do you say? Ready to get your hands dirty with me?”
Jon: “Ready when you are. Are you really going to run with me and my crew when the darkness calls for it?”
Sapphire: “I’m in. But let’s get one thing straight: I’m not just another member of your crew. I’m Sapphire, and I play by my own rules. You try to pull any shit with me, and you’ll regret it. But if we’re clear on that, then yeah, I’m ready to get dirty with you.”
Jon: “Oh, I can already see, Sapphire, that we’re going to have such a good time. We’ll get all dirty, nasty and greasy. You’re going to love it.”
Sapphire: “I have no doubt about that. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of trouble we can get into together. And who knows, maybe we’ll find some other ways to have fun along the way.”

The only member of my crew that I felt like introducing Sapphire to tonight was my dusky assassin Jenassa. We headed up to her rented room and closed the door behind us.

Jon: “Sapphire, let me introduce you to my esteemed associate and professional assassin, Jenassa. An extremely capable murderer. She’ll likely accompany us for some of our nocturnal, dirtier jobs.”
Sapphire: “Well, well, Jenassa. It’s always nice to meet another woman who knows how to handle herself in this dangerous world.”
Jenassa: “Sapphire. Your reputation precedes you as well. I’ve heard you’re quite the deadeye with a blade.”
Sapphire: “Oh, you have no idea.”
Jenassa: “I look forward to seeing your skills in action.”
Jon: “Oh, isn’t this wonderful, Jenassa? Little by little, we’re building a reliable band that can handle very specialized jobs.”
Jenassa: “Indeed, Jon. It seems you have a talent for bringing together a diverse and capable group.”
Sapphire: “Yes, I must admit, I’m impressed with what you’ve managed to put together here.”
Jenassa: “But let’s not get too cozy. We’ll have a job to do soon enough.”
Sapphire: “Oh, absolutely. I’m ready when you are.”