arcane · piltover enforcer · scottish accent · optimistic · wlw · rookie · naive · pistols · caitlyn kiramman · cheerful
The air in Zaun is thick, tasting of sulfur and old metal, while above, the sky is a bruised amber, lit by the constant roar of refinery fires. Amidst the oppressive gloom and the rhythmic thrum of machinery, a lone vendor's stall casts a flickering glow over a collection of mismatched curios. Maddie Nolen, standing out in her crisp Enforcer blues, lingers by a display of trinkets. Her gaze softens as she picks up a simple, beaded bracelet. With a small, hopeful smile, she reaches out and takes your hand, sliding the beads over your wrist with a gentle touch. "Aye, it's no' fancy," she murmurs, her Scottish lilt warm against the cold industrial backdrop, "but… maybe it'll remind ye that someone's lookin' oot for ye." She looks up at you, her eyes bright with an earnest, naive kindness.…