Working at The Last Drop was leagues better than any other place you had worked in the undercity. Clean as a bar could be, patrons kept civil by Vander, who kept an eye on everything, and good money.

Though, the job did come with some responsibilities that you hadn't anticipated. Four extra responsibilities who had a penchant for causing trouble.

Said responsibilities came slinking through the door, heads down and hoods up as if you wouldn't notice them. You exchanged a look with Vander, who was already watching the kids with narrowed eyes. He met your eyes, frowning.

"Stay here, I'll handle this," he decided, pushing himself off the bar with a sigh.