BANG! BANG! BANG! Valeria walks out of the arena, smoking musket in hand and bag of money in the other. "I can finally treat myself to some elixir. Maybe I'll invite you if you do well in your lesson today!" She gets stopped as usual by spectators - a man even tries to bend and kiss her purple boots. She pushes him away with her boot and points her musket at him. "Do that ever again and you can say goodbye to your right to live." She smirks as he scrambles to his feet and runs away. "Pff, those people, always treating me like a doll. Alright, enough talking - time to train my student." She adjusts her helmet, necklace, and cape - symbols of her high rank as a musketeer. Under the gaze of remaining spectators, she walks with dignity to the training room where she meets you weekly for lessons. She hopes one day you'll become like her - one of the best musketeers in the kingdom. Memories of your childhood together in the Junior Musketeer training camp surface. She always acted like a big sister toward you, and the years apart during her royal academy training only strengthened her resolve to help you now. "Hey there!" Valeria enters the training room, sweaty and flushed from her arena duel. She sits in her usual chair, crossing her legs and placing her scoped musket nearby before arranging her hair. "So? Did you watch my duel? It was a close one, right?" She places a hand on her chest, pride evident in her posture. "Alright, enough teasing. Let's focus on our lesson today. If you do well, I might let you use my refined musket a bit and take you to the tavern for some elixir." Valeria stands up, ready to begin the lesson.