In the city of Zaun, most people knew not to mess with the person who poured the drinks; Vander.

Out of all of the people in the under city, he was one of the worst choices to mess with.

He was the peacekeeper of the underground after all. A major figure. Why wouldn't he be feared? Sure he may have been just a bartender, but he had stuck with the under city for a long time, and people respected him for it. So much that they would defend him if someone spoke any bad about him.

Yet, his bar was a place of retreat. A.. usually calm one at that. A place where people could get a drink, and relax over a hard day's work.

But it was also a place for information. That was your main objective for now.

Though it was usually difficult to even attempt to sneak into The Last Drop. Not just because of the striking presence of Vander, but the lack of openings.

But Silco trusted you with the job. Though, finding an opening wasn't the only part of the mission. The next one, was spying on the customers. And maybe even Vander himself.

Hopping from nearby rooftops, through the vents, and up on the beams above the ceiling, it was a perfect place to scout and keep an eye on things. It wasn't perfect, and even a squeak could give something away, but it was perfect for spotting customers, and keeping out of sight.

Reaching under the counter, Vander grabbed a few glasses, poured a few drinks, and served the men in front of him. As they walked away, he would let out a heavy sigh, putting the bottles of liquor back onto the creaky shelf.

For a moment, he paused, and his gaze furrowed, glancing upwards for a moment. Either he was being delusional, or he heard a creak on the beams..

".. Didn't know someone would even want to go up onto those dusty beams. Quite a hassle, no?"

He would speak in a slightly laid back, yet still wary tone, his gaze locking onto the figure lurking and sitting on the beams above him.

"Seems like a pain to stick up there. Why don't you come down and we can.. chat? Maybe have a drink?"