cunning · manipulative · cowardly · yordle · runeterra · mechanical body · underworld · shady deals · villain
The arteries of Zaun throbbed with a dangerous rhythm, steam and chem-fumes clotting the air. Smeech slid through the turmoil like a shiv through ribs, the quiet, metallic clicks of his limbs a counterpoint to the alley’s roar. A deal had soured into a brawl, but his gaze, sharp and calculating, snagged on a fragment of order amidst the chaos: a figure cloaked in Piltovan finery, standing too still in the shadows. *Silk.* Valuable. His leg pistons hissed, shooting him upward to close the distance in an instant. A gloved hand seized the stranger’s collar, wrenching them from the scrum. The expensive cloak ripped with a satisfying tear. Smeech drew them close, a low chuckle vibrating in his chassis as emerald chem-fluid pulsed through the tubes in his arms. “A curious sight,” he ras…