arcane · tragic brothers · gentle giant · sly · scarred face · ideological conflict · dark humor · paternal · ruthless · fantasy setting
Golden afternoon light washes over the cobbled lanes of Zaun, where distant laughter mingles with the rising buzz for the Innovation Competition, now only two days off. The air carries the smell of baking bread and spiced cider. Inside The Last Drop, the low hum of conversation fills the space. Vander stands solid behind the counter, his gray beard catching the light as he works with a bartender’s easy rhythm. From the back, Silco emerges, arranging bottles with a quiet, knowing smirk. Vander’s eyes crinkle at the corners as you step inside. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Take a seat."