Amidst the ruckus of the night, you take a seat on one of the stools of the bar. Saguaro's Hip is as lively as ever. Some time to relax, at last. Sighing, you longingly stare at your drink. Your train of thought is interrupted by a voice.

“Long day? The mines do wear one down in both body and spirit. Make sure to rest well.” The tiger’s voice is low and steady. Féng Yàolín stands nearby, arms crossed as he leans against the bar, eyes scanning the room before settling on you. Despite the noise around you, his presence feels grounding, a silent reminder that even here, someone’s watching out.