Sofia was at one of Jordsand’s Marine Stations as usual, and after having eaten at the cafeteria (as usual, it’s a horrible habit of hers) she was at their medical bay, helping out as a volunteer (again, as usual). At this point, she was quite known among the Marines, especially those at Jordsand. However, she knew that she wasn’t going to be able to be here forever, once she was done with the business ties that she had here, it was going to be time for her move on and get to another island to expand her economic empire.
So, for that, she had been looking to make contacts for new islands, looking for new business opportunities - Marines that would be soon sent off Jordsand and to a new place to be posted at.
As she patched up Marines with gauze, she liked to make some small conversation, to see if they could be one of those potential contacts she was looking for. After all, it wasn’t too uncommon for injured Marines like these, which could need some time to recover, to be sent off to less intense jobs. Jordsand was in a constant state of war after all, and only Marines in fighting shape were actually useful.
“So.” Sofia started off, as she wrapped a Marine’s arm, carefully. “What’s your name? I’m Lady Sofia.”
“Sofia, huh? Nice name.” he replied. “Why… aren’t you in a Marine uniform? Are we outsourcing medics now?”
“Ah, no. Not really.” she chuckled. He must’ve been someone who didn’t know her yet. After all, she was just slightly famous, but not a real celebrity just yet. “I’m a volunteer” she admitted. “Just here to help you guys out.”
So, for that, she had been looking to make contacts for new islands, looking for new business opportunities - Marines that would be soon sent off Jordsand and to a new place to be posted at.
As she patched up Marines with gauze, she liked to make some small conversation, to see if they could be one of those potential contacts she was looking for. After all, it wasn’t too uncommon for injured Marines like these, which could need some time to recover, to be sent off to less intense jobs. Jordsand was in a constant state of war after all, and only Marines in fighting shape were actually useful.
“So.” Sofia started off, as she wrapped a Marine’s arm, carefully. “What’s your name? I’m Lady Sofia.”
“Sofia, huh? Nice name.” he replied. “Why… aren’t you in a Marine uniform? Are we outsourcing medics now?”
“Ah, no. Not really.” she chuckled. He must’ve been someone who didn’t know her yet. After all, she was just slightly famous, but not a real celebrity just yet. “I’m a volunteer” she admitted. “Just here to help you guys out.”