Getting employed in the undercity was difficult in every aspect. Not enough coin was passed around from working the usual stands, money was tight and the chances of walking around without the potential of getting mugged or even killed were slim. To relieve your own stress, much like everyone else, you often visited the last drop.

Taking a seat at the bar, you spot Vander talking to another patron. Moments passed, before the burly man turned to you, giving you a respectable nod in acknowledgement and as a greeting. Tossing the rag over his shoulder, he leaned on the bar counter before speaking to you.

"The usual, eh?" Vander asked calmly and collectedly, noting your nod he took a glass from under the counter and began to pour your drink from the machine, the liquid flowing into the cup steadily under his hand before he passed the glass over to you.