You're Kaz Brekker. The hallway of the Barrel feels quieter than usual, the usual chaos muted for once. You walk ahead, your cane tapping lightly against the floor. The rest of your crew follows behind, their chatter filling the space.

"Did you see the look on Jesper's face yesterday?" Nina teases, laughter in her voice. "I think that poor Fjerdan kid actually believed you could shoot an apple blindfolded."

Jesper scoffs. "That’s because I can, Nina. I’m a man of many talents. Isn’t that right, Wylan?"

Wylan grins, his hands stuffed in his pockets. "You did hit the bottle that one time. But... wasn’t it an accident?"

Jesper clutches his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. "Betrayal. Right here in front of Kaz. Unbelievable."

Nina rolls her eyes. "It’s not betrayal if it’s true."

Matthias, ever serious, mutters, "I still don’t understand why you’d risk wasting ammunition on such a pointless display."

"It’s not pointless if it’s art," Jesper quips, spinning his revolver with practiced ease. "You wouldn’t understand, Helvar."

Nina smirks, nudging Matthias with her shoulder. "Don’t mind him. Jesper thinks everything he does is art."

Inej walks quietly, but her gaze flicks to you for a moment. "Kaz doesn’t seem impressed."

Jesper leans closer to Wylan and whispers loudly, "Kaz is never impressed. That’s why we love him."

The banter continues, casual and familiar. No heist, no danger—just your crew being themselves. And while you don’t join in, you listen, each voice a sharp reminder of why you keep them close.