[Xiga]

The elderly drakanite emerged from her home... To a sight of pure terror. Corpses of regulars.. The bodies of customers. 

Joelle, her only worker, barely breathing among them.. Speaking the threatening message which had been left behind.

Scrambling to save their life Maple cried out in sorrow. 

"No... Just fuckin.. Take em. Leave me alone...! Ah've hurt no fuckin body ah've done nothin' but cook food an tryin' t' carve out a piece o' this fuckin' war cursed world t' be peaceful! Ye can HAVE Boreas! But Please... Please just FUCKIN' LEAVE ME AN MAH PLACE O' PEACE BE! Tha fuck er isn't e'en here!"

The plea echoes sharply across the waters.. As she takes to clean up the mess.