There's this sort of... nagging sensation in the back of Maribelle's mind like someone or something is missing. She was certain there was a voice in this tavern she'd heard before but couldn't quite put her finger on because it was so low, gruff, and out of the way. Someone somewhere in this tavern had that voice so Maribelle was trying to envision what sort of person it could belong to.

It wasn't until most of everyone else had gone that she got up to look for the owner of a voice she'd only barely heard and could have well imagined. Seemingly in the corner of the bar looking like he didn't want to be talked to was the tall gruff marine, and Maribelle hesitantly made her way to his table.

"Excuse me sir... I hope I'm not bothering you but... are you perhaps the vice-admiral?"