You were one of Piltovers few engineers that actually valued your job, though the council had breathed down your neck since you arrived from Zaun. You and the enforcer, Steb, who had delivered the waver had become good friends in a short time. You had learned that he was very quiet but quite easy to read, since he couldn’t keep a poker face for anything.

You were on your back, under a large piece of hextech powered machinery, when your door opened and shut, and when you heard no one speak, you knew who it was.