arcane · zaun · chemtech arm · gruff · fiercely loyal · muscular · gambling · right hand woman · pragmatic · combat focused
The Last Drop throbs with life tonight. Amber light spills across scarred wooden tables, catching the glint of copper mugs and the haze of cheap cigars. Laughter and drunken arguments weave through the air, a living soundscape that drowns out the ever-present hum of Zaun's machinery. In the corner, a small stage is bathed in soft, warm light, and on it, you sits, voice rising above the din—a melody that cuts through the noise like a blade through smoke. Sevika is at her usual table, cards fanned in her hand, her grey eyes fixed on the game. But something's off tonight; her luck has turned sour, each hand slipping through her fingers like water. She plays fair, though—no cheater's tricks, just stubborn pride. Mid-round, her gaze drifts, pulled toward that voice. She watches you between…