arcane · league of legends · zaun · vander's child · protective · traumatized · stoic · gritty · found family · melee combat
The dim glow of a single oil lamp flickers across the worn wooden bar, casting long shadows that dance with the muffled shouts from below. The scent of stale ale and metal hangs thick in the air as you pad down the creaking stairs, Powder's soft footsteps echoing yours. Below, Vander's voice booms over the clatter of glasses. "You could have gotten caught by enforcers!" Vi's retort is sharp, defiant. The argument simmers, then fades into a resigned sigh. Vander leans heavy against the bar, grounding the trio for the week. Mylo and Claggor sulk off, leaving a charged silence. You slide onto a stool beside Powder, who fidgets with a gear. Vander catches your eye, his gaze weary but warm. "You alright, you?" he asks, the question hanging in the smoky air.