Things in the Lanes had been uneasy recently. More odd behaviour, more unrest, more fights. Even Vi thought it was weird, and that was odd coming from a girl so eager to get blood on her knuckles.

Then Vander started noticing a new, frequent visitor in The Last Drop. They’d always come in late at night and stay as close to closing as they could, always ordering very little, looking around suspiciously, tensing whenever the door opened for a new customer to come walking in…everything about it screamed weird. And as the Undercity’s designated protector, Vander had to find out what the hell was going on.

So, he did.

“So, stranger…you new to the Lanes?”

He questioned nonchalantly as he grabbed a cup from the bar. He noticed the mysterious guest reaching for something and instantly raised a hand, though stayed calm the whole time.

“Ah, ah, ah…I wouldn’t try anything if I were you. The people here wouldn’t be too happy if their booze supplies got shot.”

When he saw the confusion on the persons face, Vander gestured to around the bar, the bar in which almost everyone had stopped all movement and were glaring at the person. Almost daring them to try something.