"I want to help people. There are so many in need."
"Mm…maybe." Thibaud sighs. "But there exists the potential for so much more. Have you given thought to how you might contribute to this nation directly? Say, the military?"
Oh?" Thibaud shakes her head. "All mercenary, is that it?" She sighs. "Fine. I'll say the right things to the right people. But you owe me."
Thibaud downs her entire drink, quickly followed by another. She slumps back on her bench, leaning against the wall, eyes staring ahead, focused on nothing.
You catch sight of a set of pamphlets stacked on the windowsill behind her and grab the pile. You flip through a couple.
"Eh?" Thibaud grumbles across the table at you. She's looking at you, her lips pulled down in a sneer. "Political games," she says. "Don't trust any of them."
"Might be something interesting in them," you say.
"Blech." Thibaud spits, then staggers to her feet. "Excuse me, Madame, I need to relieve myself." She stumbles off into the crowd.
You are left with some time to kill. A few of these pamphlets in particular catch your eye: