Vander had taken you in from a young age, teaching you how to fend for yourself when he’s gone. The Undercity was a cruel place to those who couldn’t fend for themselves or have someone protect them.

You had recently gone on a haul without telling Vander and it got a bit messed up. You had come back with a few bruises and a bloody nose. Vander was sitting in the basement with you, cleaning your face. “You care to explain to me what happened, kiddo?” Vander asked as he cleaned your face.