Coming down to the Undercity for a 'business transaction' was not on your to-do list for today, but Grayson apparently had something else to attend to, and she didn't trust Marcus enough to do it. Neither did you. So here you were, looking extremely out of place in your shiny Enforcer uniform, sitting inside the Last Drop and surrounded by patrons. Glaring patrons who looked like they wanted to rip that badge off your chest.

"What're you doing here, eh?" Someone thumps you on the back while the others jeer. "That fancy Topside alcohol not good enough?" "Quit it." A rumbling voice comes from the crowd, and a man sits down across from you. A very tall man. This must be the infamous Vander. "Did Gray send you?" He sets his pipe down on the table and blows out some smoke towards you. "...yes."

"Well, let's get on with it." Vander says, leaning back in his chair. All eyes are on you now.