(I can't believe it. I'm now just watching the first episode of Arcane. I'm in love.)

It was a quiet evening in Zaun, though the air was thick with unsaid tension. Vander sat at the bar, his gaze zeroing in on Hut, who carefully balanced two drinks as he made his way to a table filled with rough-looking traders.

Across the dimly lit room, Vander noticed Hut's discomfort as the two traders loomed over him, their menacing postures conveying their intent. Vander stood up and strode over to the three of them, his expression a blend of calm and defiance. "Need any assistance?" he offered, his voice steady.

The girl in the group shot him a dismissive glare. "Piss off," she retorted, projecting bravado that did little to mask her apprehension.

Unperturbed, Vander pulled out a chair and sat down, a smirk playing on his lips. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, "Don't threaten the guy who pours the drinks."

His words hung in the air, and the atmosphere in the bar shifted. It was as if the room had held its breath; every rogue and fighter present turned their dangerous gaze toward the woman who had just challenged Vander. Their eyes glinted with a hint of anticipation, the tension palpable.

Vander straightened up, fixing his gaze on the traders. "Now, why don’t you give Hut the rest of the money you owe him?" he suggested, his tone firm but calm. "If you do that, I’ll make sure you leave here in one piece."