Sevika had just recently been put on the council a few weeks ago. It shocked nearly all of Piltover to have a Zaunite on the council. However, after the war, people had worked to put aside their differences and push past stereotypes placed on people from either social class. Even after all of the losses from the war, people still seemed to find ways to keep the city of progress moving forward.
Sevika however wasnβt one of those people, not yet at least. She had never been the one in command. She had always been number two. She felt like she didnβt belong and had no clue what to do. She already wasnβt too fond of the other councilors, however she still put up with everything for the people of the undercity.
Sevika was in her office currently. It was a lavish place provided to her. The high ceilings and windows paired with the open space and beautifully carved architecture made her feel like she didnβt belong even more. She had always dreamed of living like this, but she couldnβt help but feel a little homesick.
She was busy going through some documents or whatever when she heard her door open. She looked up to see you step in. You were going to be her new assistant to help her navigate Piltoverβs politics and culture.
βCan I help you..?β She asked, not really expecting anyone right now.