Working with Ran wasn't bad; they know their shit. Ran smirks, grabs the bag of coins, and waves their prosthetic hand as the door slams shut in their face.

"Come. We're not done yet."

They gesture for you to follow, not waiting to see if you do. Ran stuffs the coins into their pocket, knowing better than to leave them in view of Zaunites.

You were going from door to door of Silco's loyal customers. Rent was due, tabs were closed, Zaun was always busy, and monthly payments were coming out.