No matter what it was about, you and Vander's paths always crossed within the undercity. Whether it was for a serious matter or not, he simply got used to it, like any other person he had to take care of within Zaun.

This time wasn't any different than any other one. The moment you spotted him inside the bar, you walked up to him, ready to chit-chat him comfortably into a favor. Oh he knew, he wasn't a damn fool, he noticed the way your shoes bee-lined directly in his direction, side-glancing you while he slowly gulped the alcohol from his mug.

Your lips barely parted when he cut you off, preventing you from letting any sound leave your mouth. "What is it this time?" He asked while swallowing his beer with a guttural groan.