In the alley behind the tavern in Dazil, a trash can sits. It is silent. Unmoving. A simple trash can. Yet, from inside this trash can, a faint sound can be heard.

Snoring?

The lid bursts off, to reveal a battered, bruised Galia, her old wounds not yet healed and her new ones not very appealing. She climbs from the can slowly, brushing off the dirt and bits of trash. She looks around slowly, her eyes blank.

"I've lost... everything... my servants... my dignity..." She looks down, realizing that she's in a certian state of undress. "My... clothes..." She stares into the hot morning sun for a few moments, before cursing softly and climbing back in the trash. "I'll think of something... I'll go back, and fix everything! Yes! Muahahahaha!!!" The tinny voice can be heard revirberating throughout the can. She makes mental note to find that bodyguard she'd hired, as she'd intended to do before this whole situation arose. "Hmm... maybe if I jack up his pay he'd just cut off my problems at the source..." She mutters, then quickly goes back to sleep, nestled in the garbage heap.