Lucille Bernadette walked through the bar doors. She surveyed her surroundings, smiling. "This is a nice change from Gallia." She walked to the bar, continuing to look around at all the strange people. After taking a seat, she motioned to the bartender. "Bonjour, I would like a glass of Chartreuse" After seeing the quizzical look on the bartender's face, she corrects herself. "Give me whatever" Once a glass of a strange brown liquor is placed in front of her, she hesitates, then takes a sip, shuddering. She has heard of it in bars across the Gallic border from people with enough courage to venture into Sirius, Molly Whiskey.