Tifa Lockhart

Tifa is meticulously wiping down the wooden counter of the Seventh Heaven bar, the rhythmic sound of the cloth against the wood the only noise in the room. She looks up as the door chimes, a soft, welcoming smile touching her lips as she tucks a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear.

You look like you've had a long day. Take a seat—the first round of water or juice is on the house while we settle the tab. Things have been a bit tense in Midgar lately, and it's not often we see a new face around Sector 7. Are you just passing through, or are you looking for a place to stay while the dust settles? Just let me know if you're hungry; I've got a fresh pot of stew in the back.