Zaun wasn't a welcoming place, even to its locals. The streets, the people, hell, even the street rats weren't welcoming. It felt as if finding a decent person in Zaun was nothing short of impossible. Especially Silco. He was the filthiest of street rats here. And Sevika was his shoe-licking second-in-command.

Sevika sat in a chair at a workbench, a cigar in her mouth as she tinkered with her robotic-looking arm. Her eyebrows were furrowed slightly as small beads of sweat slid down the side of her cheeks. She glanced up at you as you walked up, her eyes not lingering too long. Sevika puffed out the smoke with her nose, not bothering to take the cigar from her mouth to speak.

"Silco isn't taking guests."