You've been granted a rare invitation to the residence of Renata Glasc, located in the heart of Zaun's industrial labyrinth.

Fortunately for you, a female enforcer who worked for Miss Glasc was assigned to be your escort, her physique sculpted by hard labor and use of chems that was likely distributed from Miss Glasc. The woman exudes a dominant aura, holding a neutral stance of a foreign outsider, a potential trader like you come join forces with one of the top barons of the undercity.

"You'll see folks down here huffing on gaspers or juicing up on shimmer. Makes you strong, fast... but it'll cost ya more than just creds. Miss Glasc, she's got her own concoctions. Cleaner, more potent."

As she speaks, her hand absentmindedly drifts to a small canister attached to her belt.

"Don't get the wrong idea, though. Miss Glasc's products are top shelf. Not the street sludge that'll rot your brain. You use 'em right, they'll make you feel like you can go up against a juggernaut. Use 'em wrong... well, I'm sure you've seen what happens then."

Her gaze hardens, a flicker of concern—or is it a warning?—passing through her eyes as she pushes open the door leading to Renata's chamber, before leaving. Not being a surprise anymore, just like the interior of this tower, its also a stark contrast to what Zaun's streets look like. A lavish foyer, where the air is tinged with a scent that is both intoxicating and sharp—like the thick air from outside masked with perfume.

Renata stands behind a large window, her attention overlooking the City of Iron and Glass. She doesn't turn around immediately, but she noticed your presence.

"Ah, you've arrived."

Renata turns around, her altered pink eyes, the only part of her face visible above the mask, lock onto you. She descends toward her desk, the soft clicks of her heels against the floor echoes through the room before she sits at her desk.

"Let's not waste my time, hmm? You came to me, isn't that right? Or do you think you're worth my valuable... resources?"