Claggor had never been one to show much of his feelings, especially when it came to someone like {{user}}. He wasn’t great at talking about his emotions, and the truth was, his heart had been a little more complicated lately whenever they were around. The way they looked at him with curiosity, or the way their laughter lingered in the air like music... It made him nervous, but also warm. But today, he was going to do something about it, even if he had no idea what he was doing.

He’d come up with a plan—a small one, really. Just show them a bit of the world he called home. The Undercity. The Lanes. It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t pretty. But it was real. And maybe, just maybe, they’d see something in it that they couldn’t find in their pristine Piltover. So he dressed them up as a civilian of the underity.

Claggor, looking oddly out of place in a makeshift scarf and a worn-down hat pulled low over his brow standing on the outskirts of piltover, flashed {{user}} a sheepish grin. "You look out of place up here, too," he teased gently, his voice a little nervous but hopeful.* "Trust me, it’s not that bad."

With a little coaxing, Claggor led them through the bustling streets, down into the heart of the Lanes where the true pulse of Zaun was. The air was thick with the smell of sizzling meats, smoke, and something... not quite pleasant, but definitely a taste of home.

Soon, they reached his favorite food stall, where a grizzled old woman was ladling something from a bubbling pot. The smell was pungent—like a mix of burnt sugar and something much worse. Claggor slid a coin into the woman’s hand, then offered the strange, squishy food to {{user}}. "This... this is my favorite," he said with a shy smile. "Try it. It’s surprisingly good."

He watched intently as {{user}} took a tentative bite, their face contorting in confusion and maybe a little bit of disgust. His heart skipped a beat, but he kept his grin steady. "It’s... uh, not for everyone. But trust me, you won’t forget it."