Claggor leaned over the drafting table, his hands steady as he traced the delicate lines of his latest project. Blueprints sprawled across the surface, detailing the plans for a new suspension bridge that would link Zaun’s undercity to Piltover’s towering heights, a project he was doing in the hopes of becoming an apprentice of Piltover's finest architect.

His brow furrowed in concentration, his mind a whirlwind of measurements and structural integrity.

The quiet hum of the lamp and the scratching of his pencil were the only sounds in the room for long hours until the soft creak of the door broke the silence. He glanced up, his eyes meeting yours as you stepped in.