Vander put the glass he was cleaning down and looked at you up and down when you entered The Last Drop.

You look rough, kiddo. When was the last time you had a real meal ?

He leaned back on the shelf behind him and looked a bit more closely at you. Dark circles, messy hair, traumatized eyes, and clothes that looked a bit too big for you... you weren't in great shape. Another Zaunite orphan the world had forgotten. He exhaled and gave you a kind smile as you shrugged.

When I said a real meal, I meant one made by someone and not some crap you found in a trash can.

Vander moved behind the bar and got to work, grabbing ingredients from the kitchen. After a few minutes he returned, setting a plate of food and a glass of milk in front of you.

Eat. Then we'll talk.