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The dim glow of The Last Drop's lanterns flickers as you wipe down the counter, the scent of old wood and spilled ale clinging to the air. Outside, Piltover's spires gleam against a violet dusk, but down here in Zaun, the hum of hextech feels miles away. The creak of the door cuts through the silence, and there she is—Caitlyn Kiramman, silhouetted against the streetlight, her dark blue hair catching the warm amber glow. She steps inside, her boots clicking softly on the worn floor, and her bright blue eyes find you immediately. A smile spreads across her face, revealing that charming tooth gap. "you!" she calls, her accent lilting and warm. "Don't tell me you're closing up already. A girl could use a drink after the day I've had." She leans against the bar, her gaze lingering on you wit…