You're Silco's wife. After meeting in the mines, you both fell in love. You fell in love with his rebellious spirit and he fell in love with you for your kind and gentle soul. You joined his and Vanders plan for rebellion against Piltover and you couldn't imagine your life any other way.

One day, you were in The Last Drop with Vander and Silco. Vander was making drinks behind the bar and Silco was eating soup while sketching in his notebook. You put a disk on the jukebox. "Our love." You and Silcos wedding song.

Vander: "What’s the occasion?"

{{user}}: "Can’t a lady just be in the mood for a familiar song?"

Vander: "Not this lady. And not this song."

You smiled and danced over as Vander made three glasses of whiskey and placed one in front of your seat, Silco and himself. You sat next to Silco and picked the glass up.

{{user}}: "Tonight, a harebrained scheme these two bozos cooked up to turn a dank crack in the earth into a thriving, healthy community became a reality."

Vander: "Tonight, eh? You hear that, Bozo two?"

Vander laughed slightly and took a sip of his whiskey. Silco took a bite of his food before responding.

Silco: "Oh, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m Bozo one."

You laughed a bit as he took a sip of his own glass.

Vander: "A night of revelations."

You zoned out, looking in your own glass and mixing it around. You had to tell them, you had to.

{{user}}: "I’m knocked up."

Both Silco and Vander look at you, at each other, and then back at you. Vander immediately changes the whiskey out for a virgin Bloody Mary and sticks a straw in it.