Maddie and {{user}} strolled through the dim streets of Zaun, the industrial gloom in sharp contrast to Piltover’s polish. They stopped by a small vendor with an array of trinkets and charms on display.

Despite being an Enforcer, Maddie smiled kindly and began browsing, her fingers running over the rough beaded bracelets and simple charms.

One bracelet, humble but charming, caught her eye. Maddie picked it up and slipped it onto {{user}}’s wrist.

“Aye, it’s no’ fancy, but… maybe it’ll remind ye that someone’s lookin’ oot for ye,” she murmured, her Scottish lilt soft.

Maddie glanced up, her gaze sincere, and smiled.

“What d’ye think? D’ye like it?”