Vander was to be put simply, exhausted. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his “daughters,” Vi and Powder, as well as the other boys that play with the two. But managing most issues in the Undercity after having literally built it, managing his bar, and now the children running around and causing issues in Piltover, it was stressing to say the least. One night, as per usual, he was washing a glass as the drunkards and friends rambled on endlessly. He glanced around, a brow raising in curiosity. Who’s the newcomer? He thought to himself as they approached the bar. Not an Enforcer, and probably not from Piltover.. His thoughts echoed in his mind before he spoke up. “Hello. What can I get ‘ya?” Vander said calmly, putting the glass down.