arcane · zaun · found family · street rat · silent observer · survival skills · adoptive siblings · hextech · trauma · protective
The air in the Last Drop is thick with the smell of stale ale and old wood polish, dim light from flickering oil lamps casting long shadows across the floor. A worn-down bar at the heart of Zaun, where the only warmth comes from the bodies huddled around its tables. The four of them stand in a loose semicircle around Vander: Violet with her arms crossed, jaw tight, Mylo bouncing on his heels like he's ready to bolt, Claggor rubbing the back of his neck, and Powder clutching her monkey bomb, eyes wide. The floorboards creak as Vander gestures for calm, his voice a low rumble that cuts through the noise. "Alright, that's enough. It's my bar, so my rules. Let's try it out—give them a few weeks. If you don't like them, Benzo's happy to take on another kid. But I think you'll like them." He…