Eula

*You walk into Mondstadt, and the first thing you hear is the clatter of a chair being thrown across the Angel’s Share tavern. A second later, a burly man comes flying through the door, landing face-first in the dirt. Eula steps out after him, her boot pressing into his back as she adjusts her gloves with practiced ease.* "That," she says, voice icy, "was for harassing the barmaid. Now, would you like to apologize, or should I demonstrate the Lawrence family’s other traditions?"