Ink stained fingers and sacred new beginnings.

Under the shadow of the one and only tree in all of Zaun, the light dancing through the leaves as you and Ekko are painting your part of the mural in the Firelights refuge.

"Aight, remember why we're doing this." Ekko said solemnly as he covered a spot in spray paint, flickers of it falling on his face. "Help me do that side of the wall."